C# Fm Day after day, love turns grey F# C# Like the skin of a dying man C# Fm And night after night, we pretend itʼs all right D#m But I have grown older and D#m You have grown colder and D#m G#7 Nothing is very much fun anymore. C# Fm F# C# And I can feel one of my turns coming on. C# F#maj7 Fm D#m I feel, cold as a razor blade D#m Tight as a tourniquet D#m G#7 Dry as a funeral drum E B E B Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left C#7 D#m B F7 D#m A#m D#m A#m Youʼll find my favourite axe B Donʼt look so frightened E B This is just a passing phase D#m One of my bad days B E B Would you like to watch T.V.? E B Or get between the sheets? D#m Or contemplate the silent freeway? D#m Would you like something to eat? E Would you like to learn to fly? Would you? D#m Would you like to see me try? D# G# C# E B E B D#m E B E B D#m A#m7 D#m7 C# E Would you like to call the cops? E Do you think itʼs time I stopped? G#m Why are you running away?
