Richard Hawley - Tonight the streets are ours

^F Do you ^Amknow why ^Gm you got f^C7eelings in your he^Fart? Don’t let ^Amfear of feeling ^Gmfool you What you ^C7see sets you ap^Fart And there’s ^Amnothing here to ^Gmbind you It’s no ^C7way for life to s^A7tart

Do you ^Dmknow that to^Gmnight the s^C7treets are ou^Frs ^Am To^Gmnight the s^C7treets are ou^Frs ^Am These ^Gmlights in our h^C7earts they tell no li^Fes

^F Those ^Ampeople ^Gm they got n^C7othing in their so^Fuls And they ^Ammake our TV’s ^Gmblind us From our ^C7vision and our g^Foals Oh the ^Amtrigger of time it ^Gmtricks you So you ^C7have no way to g^A7row

But do you ^Dmknow that to^Gmnight the s^C7treets are ou^Frs ^Am To^Gmnight the s^C7treets are ou^Frs ^Am These ^Gmlights in our h^C7earts they tell no li^Bbes

And no one else can ^Amhaunt me The way that you can ^Bbhaunt me I need to know you ^Fwant me I couldn’t be with^Bbout you And the light that shines a^Fround you No ^A7nothing ever mattered more than not ^Bbdoubting That to^Gmnight the s^C7treets are ou^Frs

^F Do you ^Amknow how ^Gm to kill lo^C7neliness at las^Ft? Oh there’s ^Amso much there to ^Gmheal dear And make ^C7tear stains of the p^A7ast

But do you ^Dmknow that to^Gmnight the s^C7treets are ou^Frs ^Am To^Gmnight the s^C7treets are ou^Frs ^Am These ^Gmlights in our s^C7treet are ou^Frs ^Am To^Gmnight the ^C7streets are o^Furs ^Am These ^Gmlights in our h^C7earts they tell no li^Bbes ^F