| C# | |
| There's a | portrait |
| G# | |
| In a | back room |
| F# | |
| Which I'll | keep for days upon |
| C# | |
| Which I re | lent |
| B | |
| And gaze for h | ours on |
| A#m | F# | |
| The | muscle, skin and bone |
| G# | |
| Of some i | maginary friend |
| F# | G# | F# |
| C# | |
| So how a | bout it |
| G# | |
| Show me | please |
| F# | |
| How I will | look in twenty years |
| C# | |
| And let me | please |
| B | |
| Interpret | history |
| A#m | F# | |
| In ever | y line and | scar |
| G# | |
| That's painted | there in front of me |
| F# | G# | F# | G# | F# | G# |
| C# | |
| It doesn't | matter |
| G# | |
| What I'm | thinking |
| F# | |
| What I | tell myself to do |
| C# | F# | |
| I end up | calling |
| C# | |
| I stay | in to |
| G# | |
| Defrost the fridge |
| F# | |
| Now the | kid has gone to bed |
| C# | |
| A feeling of | dread |
| B | |
| At least when | she's around |
| A#m | |
| The | trouble's there |
| F# | G# | |
| It's | worse to wake up with her | falling 'round the room |
| F# | G# | F# | G# | F# | G# |
| C# | |
| Listen | Johnny |
| F# | |
| You're like a | mother |
| C# | F# | |
| To the | girl you've fallen for |
| C# | |
| And you're still | falling |
| C# | |
| Listen | Johnny |
| G# | |
| You're like a | mother |
| F# | |
| To the | girl you've fallen for |
| C# | |
| And you're still | falling |
| B | |
| And if they | come tonight |
| A#m | |
| You'll | roll up tight |
| F# | G# | |
| And t | ake whatever's | coming to you next (oh, oh oh oh) |
| F# G# to end. |