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