Ingrid Michaelson - How we love

^EI knew a man who was afraid to love to lay his heart on the bathroom rug ^Ahe drank his coffee in the same old mug ^Eand sat in silence ’til the world fell numb

^Auntil the day when a girl came by ^Eshe had eyes like the rising tide ^C#mhe felt a sharpness deep inside ^Athe kind of ache that can’t be satisfied

^Ewe hate the rain when it fills up our shoes ^ABut how we love when it washes our cars ^Ewe love to love when it fills up the room but when it leaves oh we’re cursing the stars

^Aso he turned to the radio ^F#and he went to a ^Bmpicture show ^Etried to find someone else who knows all the ^Ahurt that a heart ca^Bn hold she smelled like cinnamon and winter clove and^C#m sparked ^Alike firewood inside a^F# stove wanted^C#m to ask her just t^Eo sit and ^Astay instead he watched as she ^C#mwalked aw^Aay

we hate the rain when it fills^Bm up o^Eur shoes but how we love ^A when it washes^Bm our cars we love to love when it fills up the room but when it leaves oh we’re cursing the stars

^C#mwe ha^Ate the rain when i^D#mt fills up ^Am our shoes but how we love when it washes our ^B cars we love ^A to love when it fills up the room but when ^E it leaves oh we’re cursing the stars