D7                              G
I'm trying to put this thing to bed
I drugged it in it's sleep
                 Ami
There isn't many memories
                   D7
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 wall

                    Emi
But maybe it's a false alarm
                   D7
And all the answer sound the same
                      F
Just colours bleeding into one
                  E7
That hasn't got a name
              C
Maybe I can't see
                D7
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?