Man At Work
A, Ab, B, Bm, D, Db, Dbm, E, Gbm
Like I can't get to sleep
I think about the incomplications
Of the undue deep
And possibly the complications
Especially at night
I worry about situations
I know I'll be alright
Perhaps it's just imagination
Day after day it reappears Night after night my heartbeat shows the fear
Goes to bed and fades away
Alone between this shit Only it brings is the preaching
It's time we walked these streets
It's men with their desperations
Oh, let's spread pretty lights
And throw away the little variations
It's not afraid of nights
From overkill
Day after day reappears
Night after night, my horror bed shows the fear
Goes to bed and fades away
Come back another day
I can't get to sleep
I think about the complications
Of the night identity
And possibly there are complications, especially in the night
How are the other situations that I know would be alright
If they just overcome, day after day, their appeals
And night after night my heart begs just to feel
Ghost of pain and fade away
Ghost of pain and fade away
Ghost of pain and fade away