Single File chords by Delta Sleep

Intro A  E  A  G#m
        A  E  A  F#

     A        E                 C#m       A    E
Wake up to a world overcast in concrete skies
           A         E                     C#m      A7M      G#m
Where the smell of exhaust is a factor in peopleâ??s daily lives
     A   E              C#m       A      E
You elevate to earn yourself the status
          A      E                      B      A          G#m
Then walk home alone at the end of the day in single file

F#m      E       C#m        B        F#m  E  G#m
Hard to come to terms with how they do it
           F#m        E         C#m     B        F#m    E  G
When the streets are lined with houses you canâ??t live in

Ponte A  E  A  G#m
        A  B  E  A  F#

A                                  E7M
Meagre sleep to spend time in tall buildings
    A                                E
In front of scrolling numbers on computer screens
A        E                            A     E7M
All her friends stay logged into the system
    A      E                  C#m      A            G#m
In fear of what would go down if they tried to hide

F#m      E       C#m        B        F#m  E  G#m
Hard to come to terms with how they do it
         F#m     E         C#m         B         E          G
When the air is formed of things that you canâ??t breathe in
F#m         E        C#m        B        A    E  G#m
Scan the streets in search of something better
      F#m       E      C#m    B      A  E  G
Iâ??ve been here since I can remember her

(G  E  Em)

F#m                        E       C#m             B          A
Hard to come to terms with all the consequence at stake to stay there
 G#m  F#m                   E      C#m          B           A7M
Sheâ??d lie awake for hours dreaming up a better place, where maybe

A                          E       C#m             B           A
Hard to come to terms with all the effort that it takes, to stay here
B      Am                  E       C#m         B
Sheâ??d lie awake for hours thinking of another way

    A            F#m   E    C#m  E
My Lady, youâ??re gone it's done

Ponte F#m  E  C#m  G#m
        B  E  A

F#m         E            C#m            G#m
My mind is racing but I canâ??t feel my head
                          B                E             A
This world an island, isolated conscience buried in the sand. Sleeping

F#m         E            C#m            G#m7         G#m                         E               A7M
The blurry memories they come as they go, so hard to focus when The City watches everything you do
A
And stops you from dreaming
A
Iâ??m leaving
A
Soon

Final F#m  E  C#m  G#m