One Of My Turns

C Em Day after day, love turns grey F C Like the skin of a dying man C Em And night after night, we pretend it's all right Dm But I have grown older and Dm You have grown colder and Dm G7 Nothing is very much fun anymore. C Em F C And I can feel one of my turns coming on. C F7M Em Dm I feel, cold as a razor blade Dm Tight as a tourniquet Dm G7 Dry as a funeral drum Eb Bb Eb Bb Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left C7 Dm Bb E7 Dm Am Dm Am You'll find my favourite axe Bb Don't look so frightened Eb Bb This is just a passing phase Dm One of my bad days Bb Eb Bb Would you like to watch T.V.? Eb Bb Or get between the sheets? Dm Or contemplate the silent freeway? Dm Would you like something to eat? Eb Would you like to learn to fly? Would you? Dm Would you like to see me try? D G C Eb Bb Eb Bb Dm Eb Bb Eb Bb Dm Am7 Dm7 C Eb Would you like to call the cops? Eb Do you think it's time I stopped? Gm(9) Why are you running away? ----------------- Acordes ----------------- Am = X 0 2 2 1 0 Am7 = X 0 2 0 1 0 Bb = X 1 3 3 3 1 C = X 3 2 0 1 0 C7 = X 3 2 3 1 X D = X X 0 2 3 2 Dm = X X 0 2 3 1 Dm7 = X 5 7 5 6 5 E7 = 0 2 2 1 3 0 Eb = X 6 5 3 4 3 Em = 0 2 2 0 0 0 F = 1 3 3 2 1 1 F7M = 1 X 2 2 1 X G = 3 2 0 0 0 3 G7 = 3 5 3 4 3 3 Gm(9) = 3 5 7 3 3 3