Key: D
Introduction:
D A G
You tell me you don't like the way I comb my hair
D A G
But there are two of us at this table only one of us doesn't care
D A G
Your so engrossed in what you read and your not really there
D A G
Can tell you all my troubles and all you say is yeah, yeah, yeah
D A G
Televisions off tonight and I heard somebody cry outside
Smells of spring are everywhere getting mixed up with my own
D
All those songs about burning houses is giving me idea's
If I hear those words once more I'll pour the petrol on the floor