Day

af-

ter

day,

love

turns

grey

Like

the

skin

of

a

dy-

ing

man.

And

night

af-

ter

night,

we

pre-

tend

its

al-

right

But

I

have

grown

old-

er

and

You

have

grown

cold-

er

and

Noth-

ing

is

ve-

ry

much

fun

a-

ny-

more.

And

I

can

feel

one

of

my

turns

com-

ing

on.

I

feel

cold

as

a

ra-

zor

blade,

Tight

as

a

tour-

ni-

quet,

Dry

as

a

fu-

ne-

ral

drum.

Run

to

the

bed-

room,

In

the

suit-

case

on

the

left

You'll

find

my

fa-

vo-

rite

axe.

Don't

look

so

frigh-

tened

This

is

just

a

pass-

ing

phase,

One

of

my

bad

days.

Would

you

like

to

watch

T.-

V.?

Or

get

bet-

ween

the

sheets?

Or

con-

tem-

plate

the

si-

lent

free-

way?

Would

you

like

some-

thing

to

eat?

Would

you

like

to

learn

to

fly?

Would'

ya?

Would

you

like

to

see

me

try?

Aah,

ooh,

no

Would

you

like

to

call

the

cops?

Do

you

think

it's

time

I

stopped?

Why

are

you

run-

ning

a-

way?