Bastille - Sleepsong

^AmDon't talk to strange^Frs. ^{G Am}Oh, in the s^Ftrangest dreams, w^Calking by your side ^AmIt is the ^Fhole you im^Cpose upon your life ^AWhen you're out, l^Foneliness, it^C crawls up in the ground ^AmIt's what you f^Feel, but can't art^Ciculate out loud.

Oh you ^Fgo to sleep on your^C own and you wake each day with your thoughts And it s^Fcares you being^C alone It's a last res^Gort

^AmAll you want is^Em someone ont^Co whom you can cling ^AYour mother warne^Fd of strangers and the^C dangers they may bring ^AmYour dreams and ^Bmmemories are bl^Curring into one ^AmThe scenes which hol^Fd the waking^C world slowly come ^Fundone You'll come un^Amdone

^AOh, you ^Fgo to sleep on your own, And you ^Amwake each day with your ^Gthoughts And it sc^Fares you being alone, It's a last re^Amsort ^G

You g^Fo to sleep on your own And you ^Amwake each day with your th^Goughts And it s^Fcares you being ^Calone, it's a last ^Amreso^Grt

^FOh,^Am Ohh^Ghh,^F O^Amh, O^Bmhhhh ^ADon't t^Amalk to strang^Ders^G, And d^Amon't walk into d^Fange^Amr. ^{F G Am}Don't talk to ^Fstra^Amnge^Frs,^Am And don't walk into ^Fdan^Age^Dmr. ^F

Oh you go to sleep on your ^Cown, And you ^Amwake each day with your t^Ghoughts And it s^Fcares you being a^Clone, It's a last re^Amsort^G

You ^Fgo to sleep on your^C own, And you ^Amwake each day with your ^Gthoughts ^FAnd it scares you being ^Calone, It's a last ^Amreso^Grt

^FDon't ^Cta^Amlk ^{G F}to ^Amstra^Gngers Oh you ^Fgo to sleep on your^C own, And you ^Amwake each day with your t^Ghoughts And it s^Fcares you being^C alone, It's a last ^Amres^Cor^Gt