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