E
My back to the seat
G#m
As the lights become weak
A
I pull down the blinds
B*
That shutter my mind
E
For a week
E
The faces I see
G#m
The friends I don' t keep
A
And the old folks that
B* E
Start dying' in their sleep
E
And I wish I could speak
G#m
To say something unique
A B*
To give you the comfort
E
That you seek
Am E
Ooh, my love
Am B*
In the ways that you need me I' m coming back
Am E
But ooh, my love
Am B*
It' s the ways that you need me that make me want to run
Etc.
E
Is the bitter sweet?
A*
Is it pain that you need?
