Bastille - The draw

In my ^Gleft hand, there is the ^Bmfamiliar in my ^Gright hand, there's the great ^Bmunknown I can ^Gsee the madly different ^Bmgrass there, but im ^Gdrawn to, wilder nights at ^Bmhome

Don't ^Glisten to your ^Dfriends, see the ^Bmdespair, behind their ^Aeyes Don't ^Glisten to your ^Dfriends, they only ^Bmcare and want to know ^Awhy.

I can feel the ^Gdraw, i can feel it ^Dpulling me back, it's ^Bmpulling me back, it's ^Apulling me..

Are you ^Gdrifting, way beyond what's ^Bmnormal? 'Cause round your ^Gmind brings,the words that they would ^Bmsay When you ^Ggo home, everything looks ^Bmdifferent, and you're ^Gscared of being left ^Bmbehind

So ^Glisten to your ^Dfriends, trust that they're ^Bmfair, look in their ^Aeyes. Just ^Glisten to your ^Dfriends, they only ^Bmcare and hope you're ^Aalright

I can feel the ^Gdraw, i can feel it ^Dpulling me back, it's ^Bmpulling me back, it's ^Apulling me..

I can feel the ^Gdraw, i can feel it ^Dpulling me back, it's ^Bmpulling me back, it's ^Apulling me..

I can feel the ^Gdraw, the ^Ddraw, the ^Bmdraw, the ^Adraw ^G