Bastille - Haunt

^BbOh ^DmOh ^BbOh ^COh ^DmOh

We'll ^Dmmake our agreements a^Bbbout when to meet and I'll ^Fleave you in the door^Cway. The ^Dmcold evening aches as it l^Bbeaves in its wake all the m^Femories left ^Cby the day. And I'm ^Dmquestioning why as you ^Bblook to the sky that it's c^Floudless up above our ^Cheads. And ^Dmthoughts come to mind that our ^Bbshort little lives haven't l^Feft the path that they will ^Ctread. Dm -Bb C Dm- They will tread.

^FI'll come b^Bback to h^Caunt you. ^FMemor^Dmies will ^Bbtaunt ^Cyou. And ^FI will ^Bbtry to l^Cove you. It's ^Fnot like ^DmI'm a^Bbbove ^Cyou.

The w^Dmisdom we learn as our m^Bbinds they do burn will en^Ftice the naivety in ^Cyouth. As ^Dmadults we'll grow and mat^Bburity shows all the ^Fterrifying rarity of ^Ctruth. As you ^Dmturn to your mind and your ^Bbthoughts they rewind to old ^Fhappenings and things that are ^Cdone. You ^Dmcan't find what's passed make that ^Bbhappiness last seeing ^Ffrom those eyes what you've be^Ccome. Dm -Bb C Dm- What you've become.

^FI'll come b^Bback to h^Caunt you. ^FMemor^Dmies will ^Bbtaunt ^Cyou. And ^FI will ^Bbtry to l^Cove you. It's ^Fnot like ^DmI'm a^Bbbove ^Cyou.

^GmI will ^Csee you ^Dmthere, see you ^Gmthere, ^Csee you^Dm there.

^FI'll come b^Bback to h^Caunt you. ^FMemor^Dmies will ^Bbtaunt ^Cyou. And ^FI will ^Bbtry to l^Cove you. It's ^Fnot like ^DmI'm a^Bbbove ^Cyou.