Bastille - Poet

^CObsession^G it takes c^Emontrol^D/F#, ^CObsession^G it eats me w^Emhole,^{D/F# Em}I can't say the w^D/F#ords out l^Goud, ^EmSo in a rhyme I wr^D/F#ote you d^Gown, ^CNow you'll live through the ^Dag^Ges, I can f^Ceel your pulse in the p^Dag^Ges.

^C W^Ghoa, w^D/F#hoa-oa

I have wr^Citten you d^Gown, Now y^Emou will live for^Dever, And ^Call the world will r^Gead you, And y^Emou will live for^Dever, In ^Ceyes not yet cr^Emeated, On t^Congues that are not b^Gorn, I have wr^Citten you d^Gown, Now y^Emou will live for^Dever.

^CYour body l^Gies upon the sh^Emeets^D/F#, ^COf paper^G and words s^Emo sweet^D/F#, ^EmI can't s^D/F#ay the w^Gords, ^EmSo I wrote you ^D/F#into my v^Gerse, ^CNow you'll live through the ^Dag^Ges, I can f^Ceel your pulse in the p^Dag^Ges.

^C W^Ghoa, w^D/F#hoa-oa

I have wr^Citten you d^Gown, Now y^Emou will live for^Dever, And ^Call the world will r^Gead you, And y^Emou will live for^Dever, In ^Ceyes not yet cr^Emeated, On t^Congues that are not b^Gorn, I have wr^Citten you d^Gown, Now y^Emou will live for^Dever.

^CI have read her with these eyes, I've r^Emead her with these eyes, I have h^Geld her in these h^D/F#ands.

I have wr^Citten you d^Gown, Now y^Emou will live for^Dever, The v^Cirtues in the v^Gerse, And y^Emou will live for^Dever,

I have wr^Citten you d^Gown, Now y^Emou will live for^Dever, And ^Call the world will r^Gead you, And y^Emou will live for^Dever, In ^Ceyes not yet cr^Emeated, On t^Congues that are not b^Gorn, I have wr^Citten you d^Gown, Now y^Emou will live for^Dever.