Am G 
In actuality you?re just playing with me 
The facts are there to see bankrupt emotionally 
So you sent me cold hearts and dead flowers can I send it back 
You splash out on some fancy perfume in a beautiful but a rented room 
And it takes bitter grapes to make it our finest wine 
And your far out far-flung philosophies could not be further from my mind 
You promised me you?d fly me to the moon you are late I?m still waiting 
All of one we need to but seriously that drift with me  
Get off my cloud it?s reserved for an angel with darker wings 
If it?s so important to you can?t you wait, can?t you just give in