EF#m
Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to
C#m
you while tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your
A
home?
EF#m
It’s pretty clear, though you could hear, you truly finally
C#m
knew in time, he’ll tell his tale the way he’d like it
A
told.
C#mA
Now he isn’t on the phone,
F#mA
his story might as well be so.
EF#m
Well, loving is as loving does, and I’d say we should know,
C#mA
because we both have loved, and lost, and are alone.
EF#m
Your face’s falling tears, to me they’re lovely and they’re
C#m
dear, though you don’t love me and it’s clear that I will
A
never see you in my arms.
C#mA
There’s no room in your heart
F#mA
for even this finely-sharpened dart;
EF#mA
although I had started to think there might be hope, it
E
isn’t so.
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[Bridge]
C#mF#mAE
So wake up, make up some new song again around the same tune.
C#mF#m
The water cools, the leaves they fall, the sun it bends,
AE
the summer ends; our so-called friend doesn’t need you.
EF#m
So proceed out the door and down the street. December’s
C#m
lying near, but in the oven’s heat this house is now a
A
home.
EF#m
Sixty days of trips and stays you took to tell me, dear,
C#mA
that you cannot love me because you secretly still love a stone.
C#mA
Although I put my lips to your face,
F#mA
trying to push his kiss out of its place,
EF#mA
although my heart started to race, now it has slowed,
E
I’ll let it go.