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