Gm


[Verse 1]
Gm
A Becher's Brook is love
Gm                                 D#maj7
A hurdle at which greater men have fallen
Gm
As she manipulates
Gm                                 D#maj7
Steals my mind and hides it in the garden


[Chorus]
    Bb
But now
                       Eb
Only love can bring me down
    Bb
Somehow
                           Eb
Somehow love must bring me down
                            Gm
I've become the fan and the bellows


[Verse 2]
Gm
The cupid masturbates
Gm                               D#maj7
Absent of all thought and of all reason
Gm
He shoots me in the back
Gm                                  D#maj7
I think perhaps it must be shooting season


[Chorus]
    Bb
But now
                       Eb
Only love can bring me down
    Bb
Somehow
                           Eb
Somehow love must bring me down
                            Gm
I've become the fan and the bellows


[Bridge]
Gm
Not me
Gm  Bb  Eb  Bb  Eb
Not me


[Chorus]
    Bb
But now
                       Eb
Only love can bring me down
                            Bb
I've become the fan and the bellows
                           Eb
Somehow love must bring me down
                            Gm
I've become the fan and the bellows (bellows, bellows...)