D# Gm Day after day, love turns grey G# D# Like the skin of a dying man D# Gm And night after night, we pretend itʼs all right Fm But I have grown older and Fm You have grown colder and Fm A#7 Nothing is very much fun anymore. D# Gm G# D# And I can feel one of my turns coming on. D# G#maj7 Gm Fm I feel, cold as a razor blade Fm Tight as a tourniquet Fm A#7 Dry as a funeral drum Gb Db Gb Db Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left D#7 Fm Db G7 Fm Cm Fm Cm Youʼll find my favourite axe Db Donʼt look so frightened Gb Db This is just a passing phase Fm One of my bad days Db Gb Db Would you like to watch T.V.? Gb Db Or get between the sheets? Fm Or contemplate the silent freeway? Fm Would you like something to eat? Gb Would you like to learn to fly? Would you? Fm Would you like to see me try? F A# D# Gb Db Gb Db Fm Gb Db Gb Db Fm Cm7 Fm7 D# Gb Would you like to call the cops? Gb Do you think itʼs time I stopped? A#m Why are you running away?
