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