Store Room

(início)

Intro: | Am | Am |
Verse:
            Am
Its not the wind that keeps you up,
            Am
Its not the snow,
            C
Its not the moon,
              E
Coming like a headlight,
             G
Through your window.
            Am
Its not the thumbnail of a screen,
     C        E   G    Am
That scrapes away your dream.
Chorus:
              F#m
Its just this man.
Taking what he needs,
         E
From the store room.
Verse:
            (Am)
Its not the news of burning towns,
That ruins your mind,
Like a spool you turn and you turn,
But it wont unwind.
Though these wars you did not start,
They dont tear your sleep apart.
Chorus:
Its just a man.
Taking what he needs,
From the store room.
Verse:
And now this woman by your side,
Well shes asleep,
And theres nothing you can give her,
And theres nothing you want to keep.
You dont even try to prove that the noise,
Is neighbors making love.
Chorus:
Its just a man.
Taking what he needs,
From the store room.
Verse:
Well go to sleep and change the locks,
When you wake up,
Share your toast maybe,
Spill some coffee from your cup.
Oh theres nothing left to choose,
And there is so much more to loose.
Chorus:
Theres this man.
Taking what he needs,
From the store room.
Verse:
Its not the wind that keeps you up,
Its not the snow,
Its not the moon,
Coming like a headlight,
Through your window.
Its not the thumbnail of a screen,
That scrapes away your dream.
Chorus:
Its just a man.
Taking what he needs,
From the store room.
Verse:
Its not the news of burning towns,
That ruins your mind,
Like a spool you turn and you turn,
But wont unwind.
No these wars you did not start,
They dont tear your sleep apart.
Chorus:
Its just a man.
Taking what he needs,
From the store room.
Verse:
And now the woman by your side,
Well shes awake,
But theres nothing you can give her,
And theres nothing you want to take.
You dont even try to prove that the noise,
Is neighbors making love.
Chorus:
Its just a man.
Taking what he needs,
From the store room.
Verse:
Oh go to sleep and change the locks,
When you wake up,
Share your toast maybe,
Spill a little coffee from your cup.
Hes got nothing left to choose,
And youve got so much more to loose.
Chorus:
Its just a man.
Taking what he needs,
From the store room.