ay after day, love turns grey

Like the skin of a dying man

nd night after night, we pretend it’s all right

ut I have grown older and

You have grown colder and

Nothing is very much fun anymore.

nd I can feel one of my turns coming on.

C Fmaj7 Em Dm
I feel, cold as a razor blade

Tight as a tourniquet

ry as a funeral drum

Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left

You’ll find my favourite axe

on’t look so frightened

This is just a passing phase

One of my bad days

Would you like to watch T.V.?

Or get between the sheets?

Or contemplate the silent freeway?

Would you like something to eat?

Would you like to learn to fly? Would you?

Would you like to see me try?

Am7 Dm7 C Eb
Would you like to call the cops?

o you think it’s time I stopped?

Gm(9)
Why are you running away?