D7 I'm trying to put this thing to G bed
I drugged it in it's sleep
There isn't many Ami memories
I'm comfortable to D7 keep
This ball keeps rolling on
It's heading for the street
Keep expecting you to send for me
Tte invitation never comes
Each time I turn around
There's nothing there at all
So tell me why I feel like
I'm up against a wall
But maybe it's a fal Emi se alarm
And all the answer D7 sound the same
Just colours bleeding F into one
That hasn't got a E7 name
Maybe I can't C see
Maybe it's just D7 me
Now the curtains coming up
The audience is still
I'm struggling to cater for
The space I'm meant to fill
And distance doesn't care
Each time I turn around
Maybe it´s a false alarm...
I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I drugged it in it's sleep
Remember what you said.
Are you comfortable to keep it?
Kt Tunstall
