Ingrid Michaelson - How we love

^EI knew a man who was afraid to love ^Eto lay his heart on the bathroom rug ^G#mhe drank his coffee in the s^Aame 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 ^G#mhe felt a sharpness d^Aeep 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 l^C#move when it wa^Ashes our c^Ears A B #m A we love to love when it fills up the room ^Bbut when it le^C#maves oh we're c^Aursing the s^Etars

^Eso he turned to the radio ^Eand he went to a picture show ^Cmtried to find someone e^Alse who knows ^Eall the hurt that a heart can hold ^Eshe smelled like cinnamon and winter clove ^Eand sparked like firewood inside a stove ^G#mwanted to ask her just to s^Ait and stay ^Einstead he watched as she walked away

^Awe hate the r^Bain when it f^C#mills up our sh^Aoes ^Bbut how we l^C#move when it wa^Ashes our ca^Ers ^Awe love to lo^Bve when it f^C#mills up the r^Aoom ^Bbut when it le^C#maves oh we're c^Aursing the st^Ears

^Awe hate the r^Bain when it f^C#mills up our sh^Aoes ^Bbut how we l^C#move when it wa^Ashes our ca^Ers ^Awe love to lo^Bve when it f^C#mills up the r^Aoom ^Bbut when it le^C#maves oh we're c^Aursing the st^Ears