Bm7 C#m7 Amaj7 Bm7 C#m7 It's strange the way the past seems always fine Amaj7 while the present wears me down and time and time and time. Bm7 C#m7 pass heavy over me as it does over you Amaj7 and the distant and what you said i know it wasn't true. every hour every minute it's like a hundred years and the pain I feel is measured not in injures but in tears so women friends or foe? Just hold me close and please don't let me go