VERSE:

   F        C
An itch, my eye
              Am                F
Twitch like a memory, forgotten bars
             F                    C
One of those cities, one of those nights
            Am                    F
Everyone's 'darling', everyone's 'sweetheart'
     F                Am
This drink to hold my hand,
             Am                 F
One glass of anything, anything cheap
        F          C
And I'm here, just because
         Am                     F
Everyone else's come just to be seen

CHORUS:

     F                         C
Oh I don't know these buildings
            D7        F
I think I'm lost

VERSE:

In the perfumed armpit of town,
Develop a debt now, these people are pricks
Six feet stones, wrapped up in bow
Such disappointment when the paper is ripped
So I stand, still boring and bored
Itching my eye again, against the wall
At the end, at the close,
Would you be good enough to take me home?

CHORUS:

Cause I don't know these buildings
I think I'm lost x2

F          C
Would you, would you
             Am                     F
Would you be good enough to take me home? x4