love is an unmade bed nerina pallot
G
good times and bad times , the love that we shared
A
now you sleep on the sofa and i dont care .
Am D G
time was id reach for your hand and youd always be there .
so what can we do but divide up our books
and our records and field all our friends funny looks?
you take the tv , and ill take a bed or a chair
Gm D#
i found an old photo from when we first met ,
F A#
when i still wore your clothes and wed just stay in bed
Gm D# Am D
on saturdays , sundays and mondays id skip work for you instead
Em A Am D G
oh love is a rock not a straightjacket , love is an unmade bed x2
you and me , babe , were a vaudeville show ,
all jazz hands and kisses nobody would know
were dying inside but always the life and the soul . . .
like brother and sister , none closer than we
when you say youre too tired im secretly relieved
but i try to see you again , to see you like the first time
and sometimes i glimpse us before we were us
before we had bills and before we had stuff
before we bought suitable wine for our meals
and bought records instead
oh love is a rock not a straightjacket , love is an unmade bed x2
do do do do do . . . . . x2
mmmmm mmm mmm mmmmm . . . . . . x2
ill see you again in a year maybe two
at a wedding or birthday and youll have moved on
and just for a moment ill choke
and the moment is gone
just for a second ill question it ,
all nostalgic and trying to hide it ,
then ill snuff out this thought
and the moment , the issue decided
love is an unmade bed nerina pallot
G
good times and bad times , the love that we shared
A
now you sleep on the sofa and i dont care .
Am D G
time was id reach for your hand and youd always be there .
so what can we do but divide up our books
and our records and field all our friends funny looks?
you take the tv , and ill take a bed or a chair
Gm D#
i found an old photo from when we first met ,
F A#
when i still wore your clothes and wed just stay in bed
Gm D# Am D
on saturdays , sundays and mondays id skip work for you instead
Em A Am D G
oh love is a rock not a straightjacket , love is an unmade bed x2
you and me , babe , were a vaudeville show ,
all jazz hands and kisses nobody would know
were dying inside but always the life and the soul . . .
like brother and sister , none closer than we
when you say youre too tired im secretly relieved
but i try to see you again , to see you like the first time
and sometimes i glimpse us before we were us
before we had bills and before we had stuff
before we bought suitable wine for our meals
and bought records instead
oh love is a rock not a straightjacket , love is an unmade bed x2
do do do do do . . . . . x2
mmmmm mmm mmm mmmmm . . . . . . x2
ill see you again in a year maybe two
at a wedding or birthday and youll have moved on
and just for a moment ill choke
and the moment is gone
just for a second ill question it ,
all nostalgic and trying to hide it ,
then ill snuff out this thought
and the moment , the issue decided
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