Love Is An Unmade Bed

love is an unmade bed nerina pallot G good times and bad times , the love that we shared A now you sleep on the sofa and i dont care . Am D G time was id reach for your hand and youd always be there . so what can we do but divide up our books and our records and field all our friends funny looks? you take the tv , and ill take a bed or a chair Gm D# i found an old photo from when we first met , F A# when i still wore your clothes and wed just stay in bed Gm D# Am D on saturdays , sundays and mondays id skip work for you instead Em A Am D G oh love is a rock not a straightjacket , love is an unmade bed x2 you and me , babe , were a vaudeville show , all jazz hands and kisses nobody would know were dying inside but always the life and the soul . . . like brother and sister , none closer than we when you say youre too tired im secretly relieved but i try to see you again , to see you like the first time and sometimes i glimpse us before we were us before we had bills and before we had stuff before we bought suitable wine for our meals and bought records instead oh love is a rock not a straightjacket , love is an unmade bed x2 do do do do do . . . . . x2 mmmmm mmm mmm mmmmm . . . . . . x2 ill see you again in a year maybe two at a wedding or birthday and youll have moved on and just for a moment ill choke and the moment is gone just for a second ill question it , all nostalgic and trying to hide it , then ill snuff out this thought and the moment , the issue decided