D7 G I'm trying to put this thing to bed I drugged it in it's sleepAmi There isn't many memoriesD7 I'm comfortable to keep This ball keeps rolling on It's heading for the street Keep expecting you to send for me Tte invitation never comes Each time I turn around There's nothing there at all So tell me why I feel like I'm up against a wallEmi But maybe it's a false alarmD7 And all the answer sound the sameF Just colours bleeding into oneE7 That hasn't got a nameC Maybe I can't seeD7 Maybe it's just me Now the curtains coming up The audience is still I'm struggling to cater for The space I'm meant to fill And distance doesn't care Each time I turn around Maybe it´s a false alarm... I'm trying to put this thing to bed I drugged it in it's sleep Remember what you said. Are you comfortable to keep it?