Tim Minchin - Drowned

^DYour love i^As like^D finger nails on a ^Gchalkboard ^DYour love i^As like ^Dthrowing myself ^Goverboard ^DA breakdown on a ^Amotorway ^BmA heart attack on^G Christmas day ^ELike scaling a cliff then falling off ^GLike trying not to cough

^GAnd I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m ^Gbin too deep ^GI didn’t see this one coming, now I’m ^Gbin too deep ^GI think I’ll just keep swimming ^Ddown, down, down ^GThere’s no point in trying to ^Dturn back now ^GI’m drowned ^{D G}I’m drowned ^A

^DYour love i^As like ^Dsand inside a ^Gbathing suit ^DYour love i^As a sym^Dphony with the^G sound on mute ^DA letter to the ^Awrong address ^BmOr red wine on a ^Gwedding dress ^ELike broken bones in my playing hand ^GLike trying to swallow sand

^GAnd I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m ^Gbin too deep ^GI didn’t see this one coming, now I’m ^Gbin too deep ^GI think I’ll just keep swimming ^Ddown, down, down ^GThere’s no point in trying to ^Dreach dry ground ^GI’m drowned ^{D G}I’m drowned ^A

^DYour love i^As like o^Dne last breath of ^Gsalty air ^DYour love i^As like a^D map that leads to^G nowhere ^DA wine glass on a c^Aoncrete floor ^BmThe overuse of ^Gmetaphor ^EThe straight ahead in a sideways glance ^GLike the misstep in a dance

^GAnd I didn’t see this one coming, now I’m ^Gbin too deep ^GI didn’t see this one coming, now I’m ^Gbin too deep ^GI think I’ll just keep swimming ^Ddown ^GThere’s no point in turni^Dng 'round ^GI’m drowned ^{D G}I’m drowned ^D