Alan Hull - Breakfast

^N.C.In the morning you ri^Cse, night is still in your ey^Ges Moving warm with conten^Dt, the memory ^Cof your ^Gbody's ^Dscent I watched your striptease in re^Cverse, dip my hand in your ^Gpurse Smiling softly you ^Dsay, that I^C could not ^Gget much ^Dworse

Then, ^E7scream at the raising ^Gsteam Re^Dminding you and me, we need a cup of ^Btea Intimate breakfast ^E7scene, with sausage, egg and ^Gbeans Weetabix, ^Djam, lightly grilled brown ^Bham

^N.C.Talking gently and ^Clow, I ask you why you must ^Ggo Having asked it I ^Dknow, instead of '^CYes', ^Gyou'll answer '^DNo'

Oh ^E7no, got to go back ^Ghome My child is all a^Dlone, don't ring me on the ^Bphone My husband will be ^E7there, it really isn't ^Gfair He still believes in ^Dtrust, I've got to catch my ^Bbus

^N.C.Looking through the window ^Cpane, watch her leaving me a^Ggain Wondering what's in her ^Dhead, I slowly ^Csink ^Gback to ^Dbed And I ^Cfeel so ^Amempty that I ^Fmust be - ^Gdead________