Bastille - Glory

^Bm Deep in a corner of the n^Gight We were l^Dying in the middle of the r^Aoad ^Bm Counting the planes as they flew ^Gby Incon^Dceivable imagining them ^Ago ^Bm And drunk we set the world to r^Gights As we f^Dell and hit our heads upon the^A curb ^Bm You make me laugh until I d^Gie Can you th^Dink of any better way^A to choke?

St^Gories told to ^Bmme and st^Aories told to y^Dou And d^Gid you ever f^Bmeel like t^Ahey were ringing tr^Due?

And a^Gll their words for glory W^Aell they a^Bmll, they sounded empty W^Ahen we're lo^Doking up for heaven Lo^Aoking up for heaven W^Gay down here upon the gro^Aund When we're l^Bmying in the dirt The^Are's no lo^Doking up for heaven Lo^Aoking up for heaven

^Bm Not everything had gone to p^Glan But we m^Dade the best of what we had, you kn^Aow ^Bm Passing the drink from hand to h^Gand We ad^Dmit we really know nothing at a^All

St^Gories told to ^Bmme and st^Aories told to y^Dou And w^Gas it feeling r^Bmeal, and we^Are they ringing tr^Due?

And a^Gll their words for glory W^Aell they a^Bmll, they sounded empty W^Ahen we're lo^Doking up for heaven Lo^Aoking up for heaven W^Gay down here upon the gro^Aund When we're l^Bmying in the dirt The^Are's no lo^Doking up for heaven Lo^Aoking up for heaven

I'll take my chances on the c^Gurb here with y^Bmou We watched ^Athe planes leave u^F#ms behind On the c^Gurb here with y^Bmou We watched ^Athe planes leave u^F#ms behind And...and th^Gen you put your hand in m^Aine And p^Bmulled me back from things di^Avine Stop lo^Doking up for heaven, wa^Aiting to be buried

And a^Gll their words for glory W^Aell they a^Bmll, they sounded empty W^Ahen we're lo^Doking up for heaven Lo^Aoking up for heaven W^Gay down here upon the gro^Aund When we're l^Bmying in the dirt The^Are's no lo^Doking up for heaven Lo^Aoking up