E Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to F#
you while tumbling loosely out a C#m hole punched through your
A home?
It's p E retty clear, though you could hear, you truly finally F#
knew in time, he'll tell his tal C#m e the way he'd like it
A told.
Now C#m he isn't on the phone, A
F# his story might as well be so. A
E Well, loving is as loving does, and I'd say we shou F# ld know,
because we C#m both have loved, and lost, and are alone. A
E Your face's falling tears, to me they're lovely and they're F#
dear, though you don C#m 't love me and it's clear that I will
A never see you in my arms.
The C#m re's no room in your heart A
fo F# r even this finely-sharpened dart; A
altho E ugh I had started to think F# there might be hope, it A
isn't E so.
E, F#, C#m, A 2x
Bridge:
So w C#m ake up, make u F# p some new song again around the same A tune. E
The water C#m cools, the leaves they fall, the sun it bends, F#
the summer ends; our so-called friend doesn't need you A . E
So proceed out the E door and down the street. December's F#
lying near, but in the oven's heat C#m this house is now a
A home.
E Sixty days of trips and stays you took to tell me, F# dear,
that you cannot love me bec C#m ause you secretly still love a s A tone.
C#m Although I put my lips to your face, A
trying to p F# ush his kiss out of its place, A
although my E heart started to rac F# e, now it has slowed, A
I'll let it E go.
E, F#, C#m, A
Okkervil River
