Tabbed By: Belavista Man On: 19/12/07 Edited On: 16/06/10 E-mail: anthonybentley@hotmail.co.uk

^AIf I grow ^A6older with ^F#mnothing of my ^C#m7own ^DWill you still be there to ^Ewelcome me ^Ahome' ^ANo-one's ^A6perfect and I ^F#mknow I'm a^C#m7ccused But ^Dbaby, let's face it, we've ^Eall been ^Aused

And now the ^C#mday-light's faded from our ^Dempty home Clean ^Bmplates on the table; no re^Eply on the ^Aphone What ^C#mhave we become' ^DGhosts of ourselves ^BmBeer bottles mark their places ^Eon the ^Ashelves

^D In these four ^Ewalls ^F#m In ^Bmthese four ^Awalls

Senseless evenings, silent nights A lifetime of wondering if the feeling's right A family portrait's never quite what it seems Why can't I be like the guys on the TV' We tried to work it out, but it was no use You just looked for reasons to shout abuse Now the morning is here, darling it's clear I know the you don't want me here In these four walls In these four walls Oh, these four walls These four walls... I might write another verse or a solo or something to extend the length, but I havn't yet. Tell me what you think :)

Misc Unsigned Bands - Belavista man - in these four walls