D# A#
sad as a story , my rainy day girl
sat on her hands in a sugar – free world
mimed in a million video games
bad to the bone like the garbage she’s made
Fm D#
and the world is calling you
Fm D#
like a stranger stalling for you
Fm D#
like the pollen falling
C# G# A#
falling for you
caught like a bug in a jar by the door
sat like a specimen made to perform
she sits in her armchair and flutters and sighs
bad to the bone like the garbage inside
she cries
Fm D#
and the world is calling you
Fm D#
like a stranger stalling for you
Fm D#
like the pollen falling
C# G# A#
falling for you
G# D#
and the world is calling
like a stranger stalling
like the pollen there falling
C# G# A#
falling for you
sad as a story , my rainy day girl
sat on her hands in a saccharine world
and i’m just someone who remembers her name
bad to the bone like the garbage she’s made
and the world is calling you
like a stranger stalling for you
like the pollen falling
falling for you
round the kerbs they’re crawling
round the backstreets they’re bawling
down the escalators they’re falling
falling for you
D# A#
sad as a story , my rainy day girl
sat on her hands in a sugar – free world
mimed in a million video games
bad to the bone like the garbage she’s made
Fm D#
and the world is calling you
Fm D#
like a stranger stalling for you
Fm D#
like the pollen falling
C# G# A#
falling for you
caught like a bug in a jar by the door
sat like a specimen made to perform
she sits in her armchair and flutters and sighs
bad to the bone like the garbage inside
she cries
Fm D#
and the world is calling you
Fm D#
like a stranger stalling for you
Fm D#
like the pollen falling
C# G# A#
falling for you
G# D#
and the world is calling
like a stranger stalling
like the pollen there falling
C# G# A#
falling for you
sad as a story , my rainy day girl
sat on her hands in a saccharine world
and i’m just someone who remembers her name
bad to the bone like the garbage she’s made
and the world is calling you
like a stranger stalling for you
like the pollen falling
falling for you
round the kerbs they’re crawling
round the backstreets they’re bawling
down the escalators they’re falling
falling for you
