Ingrid Michaelson - How we love

^DI knew a man who was afraid to love ^Dto lay his heart on the bathroom rug ^Bmhe drank his coffee in the s^Game old mug ^Dand sat in silence 'til the world fell numb ^Duntil the day when a girl came by ^Dshe had eyes like the rising tide ^Bmhe felt a sharpness d^Geep inside ^Dthe kind of ache that can't be satisfied

^Gwe hate the r^Aain when it f^Bmills up our s^Ghoes ^Abut how we lo^Bmve when it wa^Gshes our c^Dars ^Gwe love to l^Aove when it f^Bmills up the r^Goom ^Abut when it le^Bmaves oh we're c^Gursing the s^Dtars

^Dso he turned to the radio ^Dand he went to a picture show ^Bmtried to find someone e^Glse who knows ^Dall the hurt that a heart can hold ^Dshe smelled like cinnamon and winter clove ^Dand sparked like firewood inside a stove ^Bmwanted to ask her just to s^Git and stay ^Dinstead he watched as she walked away

^Gwe hate the r^Aain when it f^Bmills up our sh^Goes ^Abut how we l^Bmove when it wa^Gshes our ca^Drs ^Gwe love to lo^Ave when it f^Bmills up the r^Goom ^Abut when it le^Bmaves oh we're c^Gursing the st^Dars