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 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 Tight as a tourniquet F G7 Dry as a funeral drum D# A# D# A# Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left C7 Dm A# E7 Dm Am Dm Am You'll find my favourite axe A# Don't look so frightened D# A# This is just a passing phase Dm One of my bad days A# D# A# Would you like to watch T.V.? D# A# Or get between the sheets? Dm Or contemplate the silent freeway? Would you like something to eat? D# Would you like to learn to fly? Would you? Dm Would you like to see me try? D# Would you like to call the cops? Do you think it's time I stopped? Gm Why are you running away? | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm A# C C7 Dm D# Em E7 F Fm Fmaj7 Fmaj Gm G7 |