F5 Closer than close - you see yourself - a mirrored immage, C#5 F5 of what you wanted to be F#5 As each day goes by - a little more - you can't remember C#5 F5 what it was you wanted anyway F5 The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - your ageing face C#5 Eb5 C#5 Eb5 The face that once was so beautiful - is still there but unrecognizable F#5 Private Hell, Private Hell The man who you once loved - is blad and fat - and seldom in working late as usual Your interest has waned - you feel the strain - the bed springs snap on the occasions he lies upon you - close your eyes and think of nothing but Private Hell, Private Hell Ab5 C#5 Ab5 C#5 Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing Ab5 C#5 Ab5 C#5 her husband Terry - and your grandchildren Bb5 C5 Bb5 C5 Think of Edward - who's still at college Bb5 C5 Bb5 C5 you send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge F5 'Cause he don't care - they don't care C#5 Eb5 'Cause they're all going through their own F5 Private Hell, Private Hell The morning slips away - in a valium haze - and catalogues a numerous cups of coffe In the afternoon - the weekly food - is put in bags you float off down the high street The shops windows reflect - play a nameless host - to a closet ghost a picture of your fantasy - a victim of your misery Private Hell, Private Hell F5 Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup - you see it smash C#5 inside you crack - you can't go on - but you sweep it up Eb5 F5 Safe at last inside your - Private Hell C#5 Eb5 F5 Sanity at last inside your - Private Hell