Tim Minchin - Drowned

^CYour love ^Gis like^C finger nails on a ^Fchalkboard ^CYour love ^Gis like ^Cthrowing myself ^Foverboard ^CA breakdown on a ^Gmotorway ^AmA heart attack on^F Christmas day ^DLike scaling a cliff then falling off ^FLike trying not to cough

^FAnd I didn’t see this one coming, now I?^E??m in too deep ^FI didn’t see this one coming, now I?^E??m in too deep ^FI think I’ll just keep swimmin^Cg down, down, down ^FThere’s no point in trying t^Co turn back now

^FI’m drowne^Cd ^FI’m drowne^Gd

^CYour love ^Gis like ^Csand inside a ^Fbathing suit ^CYour love ^Gis a sym^Cphony with the^F sound on mute ^CA letter to the ^Gwrong address ^AmOr red wine on a ^Fwedding dress ^DLike broken bones in my playing hand ^FLike trying to swallow sand

^FAnd I didn’t see this one coming, now I?^E??m in too deep ^FI didn’t see this one coming, now I?^E??m in too deep ^FI think I’ll just keep swimmin^Cg down, down, down ^FThere’s no point in trying t^Co reach dry ground

^FI’m drowne^Cd ^FI’m drowne^Gd

^CYour love ^Gis like o^Cne last breath of ^Fsalty air ^CYour love ^Gis like a^C map that leads to^F nowhere ^CA wine glass on a c^Goncrete floor ^AmThe overuse of ^Fmetaphor ^DThe straight ahead in a sideways glance ^FLike the misstep in a dance

^FAnd I didn’t see this one coming, now I?^E??m in too deep ^FI didn’t see this one coming, now I?^E??m in too deep ^FI think I’ll just keep swimmin^Cg down ^FThere’s no point in tur^Cning 'round

^FI’m drowne^Cd ^FI’m drowne^Cd