D F#m Day after day, love turns grey G D Like the skin of a dying man D F#m And night after night, we pretend itʼs all right Em But I have grown older and Em You have grown colder and Em A7 Nothing is very much fun anymore. D F#m G D And I can feel one of my turns coming on. D Gmaj7 F#m Em I feel, cold as a razor blade Em Tight as a tourniquet Em A7 Dry as a funeral drum F C F C Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left D7 Em C F#7 Em Bm Em Bm Youʼll find my favourite axe C Donʼt look so frightened F C This is just a passing phase Em One of my bad days C F C Would you like to watch T.V.? F C Or get between the sheets? Em Or contemplate the silent freeway? Em Would you like something to eat? F Would you like to learn to fly? Would you? Em Would you like to see me try? E A D F C F C Em F C F C Em Bm7 Em7 D F Would you like to call the cops? F Do you think itʼs time I stopped? Am Why are you running away?
