C Em
Day after day, love turns grey
F C F
Like the skin of a dying man
C Em
And night after night, we pretend it's all right
Dm
But I have grown older and
Faug
You have grown colder and
F G7
Nothing is very much fun anymore.
C Em F C F
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
C Fmaj7 Em Dm
I feel, cold as a razor blade
Faug
Tight as a tourniquet
F G7
Dry as a funeral drum
[Verse 2]
Eb Bb Eb Bb
Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left
C7 Dm Bb E7 Dm Am Dm Am
You'll find my favourite axe
Bb
Don't look so frightened
Eb Bb
This is just a passing phase
Dm
One of my bad days
Bb Eb Bb
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Eb Bb
Or get between the sheets?
Dm
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Dm
Would you like something to eat?
Eb
Would you like to learn to fly? Would you?
Dm
Would you like to see me try?
D G C Eb Bb Eb Bb Dm Eb Bb Eb Bb Dm
[Outro]
Am7 Dm7 C Eb
Would you like to call the cops?
Eb
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Gm(9)
Why are you running away?
