Werbung entfernenC EmDay after day, love turns grey
F CLike the skin of a dying man
C EmAnd night after night, we pretend it's all right
DmBut I have grown older and
DmYou have grown colder and
Dm G7Nothing is very much fun anymore.
C Em F CAnd I can feel one of my turns coming on.
C Fmaj7 Em DmI feel, cold as a razor blade
DmTight as a tourniquet
Dm G7Dry as a funeral drum
Eb Bb Eb BbRun to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left
C7 Dm Bb E7 Dm Am Dm AmYou'll find my favourite axe
BbDon't look so frightened
Eb BbThis is just a passing phase
DmOne of my bad days
Bb Eb BbWould you like to watch T.V.?
Eb BbOr get between the sheets?
DmOr contemplate the silent freeway?
DmWould you like something to eat?
EbWould you like to learn to fly? Would you?
DmWould you like to see me try?
D G C Eb Bb Eb Bb Dm Eb Bb Eb Bb Dm
Am7 Dm7 C Eb Would you like to call the cops?
EbDo you think it's time I stopped?
Gm(9)Why are you running away?
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