Tom: E
Introdução:
Em
I thought we'd escape
B Em
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
I thought we'd escape
B Em G
I packed a fishing line and counted on it
Em G
But dreaming is for moonrise
Em F#
And moonlight ails his tired eyes
Bm
I treat him like a lady
F#
I treat him as I would he unto me
Bm
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money
Bb
With silicone and poetry
A
But it's the end of me
Em
I thought it could change
B Em A
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
Em
I couldn't get there behind his wall of Sunday papers
I thought it could change
B Em
I'd wake up one morning and find nothing to rearrange
But dreaming is for moonrise
Bm
I treat him like a lady
F#
I treat him as I would he unto me
Bm
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her money
Bb
With silicone and poetry
A
But it's the end of me
Em
Here I am
BmEm
Here I am
And here I stand
B Em
Here in my kitchen where I'm familiar with every brand
Here I am
B Em
A front line with labels where I witnessed custard's last stand
Here I am