Dm7
I'll stay here lying on your bed,
     E 
even for the rest of my days.
         Bbmaj7
With its side empty spaced,
               Am7
where you once used to stay.
         Bbmaj7           Am7
Have you ever noticed the glimpses upstairs?
F               E        G
These rooms are all that matter.

Verse 2
And on the walls there's pictures screaming
and ask me what I've done to seem
so amused by the way of having done nothing today.
They all have their eyes covered up with paint.
Their room is all that matters.

Chorus
      Gm7
I can walk up the walls,
    Dm7              Gm7    Dm7
but can't make water out of wine.
       Gm7                Dm7
So I'm desperate for some cold rain
   Am7                 Bbmaj7
to wash those hands of mine.

Verse 3
I'll stay here listening to the crowds
and hear the footsteps and the shouts.
But it's all passing me by,
tangled up in my own lie.
Have I missed the clue of your brave escape?
For this is what - you said - matters.

Outro

Some other town,
some other day,
some other clown,
coming up her way.
 
Some other town,
some other day,
some other clown,
coming up her way.
 
Some other town,
some other day,
some other clown,
coming up her way.