Dm G C F Sarah wrote epistles on the subject of despair Dm G C F on the night last year when there was no love in the air. Dm G C F Listen friend she wrote, and I heard her pen cry before it broke. Dm G C G F Who are we and why, oh why can't we behave? Dm G C We are good people, aren't we? Do you know? Dm G C F Jon-jon had surprising eyes and narrow black suede shows, Dm G C F a war to fight in Paris and a sister with the blues. Dm G C F Puisque ton papa est en voyage you heard your mother making Dm G C G F love is not what we are Jon-jon, you and I Dm G C are rats at cupids table and we're fine. Dm G C F In the darkest corner of a downstairs gathering Dm G C F ladybirds and pirate cowboys, made up, conversing. Dm G C F Islands sinking from musicians, bedtime stories, York Magicians, Dm G C G F but you don't have to worry darling, frozen hearts leave Dm G C seethrough scarring, and no one else will know unless you tell. Dm G C F Drink to ghosts of past years' catastrophic love affairs, Dm G C F to robes of red and silver tales worn thin from too much care. Dm G C F Comfort doesn't always come in glasses, but perhaps tonight Dm G C G F I won't be the only one with blue headlights. Dm G C Come on ladies, take your love to town. Dm G C Pick it up boys, take your love to town. Dm G C Everybody, take your love to town.
