B D#m Day after day, love turns grey E B Like the skin of a dying man B D#m And night after night, we pretend itʼs all right C#m But I have grown older and C#m You have grown colder and C#m F#7 Nothing is very much fun anymore. B D#m E B And I can feel one of my turns coming on. B Emaj7 D#m C#m I feel, cold as a razor blade C#m Tight as a tourniquet C#m F#7 Dry as a funeral drum D A D A Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left B7 C#m A D#7 C#m G#m C#m G#m Youʼll find my favourite axe A Donʼt look so frightened D A This is just a passing phase C#m One of my bad days A D A Would you like to watch T.V.? D A Or get between the sheets? C#m Or contemplate the silent freeway? C#m Would you like something to eat? D Would you like to learn to fly? Would you? C#m Would you like to see me try? C# F# B D A D A C#m D A D A C#m G#m7 C#m7 B D Would you like to call the cops? D Do you think itʼs time I stopped? F#m Why are you running away?
