A# Dm Day after day, love turns grey D# A# Like the skin of a dying man A# Dm And night after night, we pretend itʼs all right Cm But I have grown older and Cm You have grown colder and Cm F7 Nothing is very much fun anymore. A# Dm D# A# And I can feel one of my turns coming on. A# D#maj7 Dm Cm I feel, cold as a razor blade Cm Tight as a tourniquet Cm F7 Dry as a funeral drum Db Ab Db Ab Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left A#7 Cm Ab D7 Cm Gm Cm Gm Youʼll find my favourite axe Ab Donʼt look so frightened Db Ab This is just a passing phase Cm One of my bad days Ab Db Ab Would you like to watch T.V.? Db Ab Or get between the sheets? Cm Or contemplate the silent freeway? Cm Would you like something to eat? Db Would you like to learn to fly? Would you? Cm Would you like to see me try? C F A# Db Ab Db Ab Cm Db Ab Db Ab Cm Gm7 Cm7 A# Db Would you like to call the cops? Db Do you think itʼs time I stopped? Fm Why are you running away?
