Grip

BASTILLE // GRIP
By Hanna M | instagram @wildworldpilots

Capo on 1st fret

[INTRO]
G D Bm A
G D Bm A


[VERSE 1]
        G                 D
As the night-time leads into the day
      Bm              A
And tomorrow spills across the sky
           G              D
While the sun’s a harsh reminder why
        Bm             A
We are feeling barely human


[PRE-CHORUS]
G                             D
We don’t know what’s good for us
            Bm                 A
Cause if we did, we might not do it
G                           D
Who knows where our limits lie?
           Bm              A
We won’t discover ‘til we push it


[CHORUS]
D                              D  
I should just walk away, walk away
        A
But it grips me, it grips me
    D
But I should call it a day
    D
And make my way
        A
Oh, it grips me
           G
Cause the devil’s got my arms
        Bm
And it pulls me back into the dark
    D
But I should just walk away
      D           A
Walk away, oh it grips me
           A
Cause the devil’s got my arms


[VERSE 2]
        G              D
We got drunk on this unholy wine
     Bm             A
To deliver us from our old minds
   G            D
A promise of a better time
            Bm             A
'Til we’re feeling barely human


[PRE-CHORUS]
G                             D
We don’t know what’s good for us
            Bm                 A
Cause if we did, we might not do it
G                          D
Who knows where our limits lie?
            Bm              A
We won’t discover ‘til we push it


[CHORUS]
D                              D
I should just walk away, walk away
         A
But it grips me, it grips me
    D
But I should call it a day
     D
And make my way
         A
Oh, it grips me
           G
Cause the devil’s got my arms
        Bm
And it pulls me back into the dark
    D                         D
But I should just walk away, away
        A
Oh, it grips me


[BRIDGE]
G                 D
I would rather forget
     Bm              A
And wash my memory clean
    G                 D
Oh, I would rather forget
     Bm              A
And wash my memory clean
G                 D
I would rather forget (I would rather forget)
     Bm              A
And wash my memory clean (Wash my memory clean)
G                 D
I would rather forget (I would rather forget)
     Bm              A
And wash my memory clean (Wash my memory clean)


[CHORUS]
D                               D
I should just walk away, walk away
         A
But it grips me, it grips me
    D         
But I should call it a day
     D
And make my way
        A
Oh, it grips me
           G
Cause the devil’s got my arms
        Bm
And it pulls me back into the dark
    D                        D
But I should just walk away, away
    A
It grips me

D D        A
      (It grips me, it grips me)

 D D         A
Woah oh (It grips me, it grips me)

           G
Cause the devil’s got my arms
        Bm
And it pulls me back into the dark
    D                         D
But I should just walk away, away
    A
It grips me