A C#m Day after day, love turns grey D A Like the skin of a dying man A C#m And night after night, we pretend itʼs all right Bm But I have grown older and Bm You have grown colder and Bm E7 Nothing is very much fun anymore. A C#m D A And I can feel one of my turns coming on. A Dmaj7 C#m Bm I feel, cold as a razor blade Bm Tight as a tourniquet Bm E7 Dry as a funeral drum C G C G Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left A7 Bm G C#7 Bm F#m Bm F#m Youʼll find my favourite axe G Donʼt look so frightened C G This is just a passing phase Bm One of my bad days G C G Would you like to watch T.V.? C G Or get between the sheets? Bm Or contemplate the silent freeway? Bm Would you like something to eat? C Would you like to learn to fly? Would you? Bm Would you like to see me try? B E A C G C G Bm C G C G Bm F#m7 Bm7 A C Would you like to call the cops? C Do you think itʼs time I stopped? Em Why are you running away?
