too much to ask
ebaug5 : x6544
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Em ebaug5
the smiles as she walked in the room
Dm
have all turned into frowns
Am
Am i too quick to assume
Em ebaug5
that the love is no longer in bloom
Dm Am
the tantrums and the tears play a very different tune
Em
to what they did before
ebaug5
her heads red raw
Dm Am
and the ending doesn’t sound like the happiest around
Em
when you sobbed before
ebaug5 Dm
it felt much more like the product of a squabble
B7 Am
now there’s reason for it to be something more
( Am )
and there would be
G
oh it’s uncertain whether the curtain has
( G )
shut for good , she
Am
said “see if it’s still raining , i’m not dressed for it and
( Am ) B7
if you loved me . . . ” and i interrupted , received a scowl and stare
( B7 )
but still decided to stop her there
would it be outrageous to say
we’re either shouting or we’re shagging
locked in tempestuous ways
at least that’s how it felt yesterday
the eyes are getting heavier
and whether they are asleep or awake
is a mystery
would a kiss be too much to ask?
when you fit me like sunday’s frozen pitch fits the thermos flask
it’s a pity
it just hit me we can’t go back
to the chest touching on the back
too much to ask
ebaug5 : x6544
x
Em ebaug5
the smiles as she walked in the room
Dm
have all turned into frowns
Am
Am i too quick to assume
Em ebaug5
that the love is no longer in bloom
Dm Am
the tantrums and the tears play a very different tune
Em
to what they did before
ebaug5
her heads red raw
Dm Am
and the ending doesn’t sound like the happiest around
Em
when you sobbed before
ebaug5 Dm
it felt much more like the product of a squabble
B7 Am
now there’s reason for it to be something more
( Am )
and there would be
G
oh it’s uncertain whether the curtain has
( G )
shut for good , she
Am
said “see if it’s still raining , i’m not dressed for it and
( Am ) B7
if you loved me . . . ” and i interrupted , received a scowl and stare
( B7 )
but still decided to stop her there
would it be outrageous to say
we’re either shouting or we’re shagging
locked in tempestuous ways
at least that’s how it felt yesterday
the eyes are getting heavier
and whether they are asleep or awake
is a mystery
would a kiss be too much to ask?
when you fit me like sunday’s frozen pitch fits the thermos flask
it’s a pity
it just hit me we can’t go back
to the chest touching on the back
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