James Bay - Slide

From the ^Ghot strobe ^Clights and the ^Emspiked punch ^Gbliss And the ^Glong walks ^Chome in the ^Emdark we'll ^Gmiss ^G Nobody ^Cteaches you ^Emhow to remin^Gisce ^G Nobody ^Amteaches you to ^C/Ehurt ^D/F#like ^Gthis

Then we sl^Gide ^Cinto the arms of s^Gomeone else ^G/F# Yeah, we s^Emlide ^Cinto the arms of s^Gomeone else

No more ^Gcoked up, ^Cbroke, noc^Em7turnal k^Gids Was that ^Gever even ^Cus? Do we ^Em7know what we ^Gmissed? ^G Nobody t^Ceaches you ^Em7how to win b^Gig ^G Nobody s^Caid there's no re^Em7verse on ^Gthis

Then we sl^Gide ^Cinto the arms of s^Gomeone else ^G/F# Yeah, we sl^Em7ide ^Cinto the arms of s^Gomeone else In dis^Gguise, we ^Cget a little ^Gbetter at con[Cadd2]trolling ours^Gelves around ^Cmidnight Then we ^Gslide ^Cinto the arms of ^Gsomeone else

^GNobody wants to, ^Amnobody wants to ^GNobody wants to, ^Amnobody wants to ^GNobody wants to ^Cwake up al^Done

Then we ^Gslide ^Cinto the arms of ^Gsomeone else ^G/F# Then we ^Emslide ^Cinto the arms of ^Gsomeone else In dis^Gguise, we ^Cget a little ^Gbetter at cont[Cadd2]rolling ourselv^Ges around mid^Cnight But then we ^Gslide ^Cinto the arms of s^Dome, someone ^Gelse

[^GSp^Cok^Gen^D O^Gutro: David Harris] The weight of the world is love Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love And so must rest in the arms of love at last, must rest in the arms of love