Ingrid Michaelson - How we love

^EI knew a man who was afraid to love ^Eto lay his heart on the bathroom rug ^C#mhe drank his coffee in the sa^Ame old mug ^Eand sat in silence 'til the world fell numb ^Euntil the day when a girl came by ^Eshe had eyes like the rising tide ^C#mhe felt a sharpness de^Aep inside ^Ethe kind of ache that can't be satisfied

^Awe hate the r^Bain when it f^C#mills up our sh^Aoes ^Bbut how we lo^C#mve when it was^Ahes our ca^Ers ^Awe love to l^Bove when it f^C#mills up the ro^Aom ^Bbut when it le^C#maves oh we're cu^Arsing the st^Ears

^Eso he turned to the radio ^Eand he went to a picture show ^C#mtried to find someone el^Ase who knows ^Eall the hurt that a heart can hold ^Eshe smelled like cinnamon and winter clove ^Eand sparked like firewood inside a stove ^C#mwanted to ask her just to si^At and stay ^Einstead he watched as she walked away

^Awe hate the r^Bain when it f^C#mills up our sho^Aes ^Bbut how we l^C#move when it was^Ahes our car^Es ^Awe love to lo^Bve when it f^C#mills up the ro^Aom ^Bbut when it le^C#maves oh we're cu^Arsing the sta^Ers