C Em Day after day, love turns grey F C Like the skin of a dying man C Em And night after night, we pretend itʼs all right Dm But I have grown older and Dm You have grown colder and Dm G7 Nothing is very much fun anymore. C Em F C And I can feel one of my turns coming on. C Fmaj7 Em Dm I feel, cold as a razor blade Dm Tight as a tourniquet Dm G7 Dry as a funeral drum Eb Bb Eb Bb Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left C7 Dm Bb E7 Dm Am Dm Am Youʼll find my favourite axe Bb Donʼt look so frightened Eb Bb This is just a passing phase Dm One of my bad days Bb Eb Bb Would you like to watch T.V.? Eb Bb Or get between the sheets? Dm Or contemplate the silent freeway? Dm Would you like something to eat? Eb Would you like to learn to fly? Would you? Dm Would you like to see me try? D G C Eb Bb Eb Bb Dm Eb Bb Eb Bb Dm Am7 Dm7 C Eb Would you like to call the cops? Eb Do you think itʼs time I stopped? Gm Why are you running away?