The Grate

Dm F Bb 2X Dm F Bb The low moan of your voice on the phone Dm F Bb Comes through the floor from below Dm F Bb I'm listening in when you think you're alone Dm F Bb Alone Dm F Bb Dm F Bb I press my ear to the grate Dm F Bb Who keeps you up so late Dm F Bb Well you won't hear me complain Dm F Bb 4X C Gm Cause years turn my bones to dust C Gm Dm F Bb You change and I adjust Bb Adjust Dm F Bb 6X Dm F Bb I shift my weight to the side Dm F Bb Futile, my tears to your pride Dm F Bb We leave on the bathroom light Dm F Bb