(Verse)
Help me, I think I’m falling,
In love too fast.
It’s got me hoping for the future, And worrying about the past,
‘Cause I’ve seen some hot, hot blazes come down in smoking ash.
We love our lovin’,
Not like we love our freedom.

(Bridge)
Didn’t it feel good, just sitting there talking, Or lying there not talking, didn’t it feel good?
You danced with the lady with a hole in her stocking.
Didn’t it feel good? Didn’t it feel good?
Didn’t it feel good? Didn’t it feel good?
Didn’t it feel good? Didn’t it feel good?

(Verse)
Help me, I think I’m falling,
in love with you,
Are you going to make me go there by myself? That’s such a lonely thing to do.
Both of us flirting around, flirting, and flirting, hurting, too.
We love our lovin’,
Not like we love our freedom.

A: 002220
A/B: 022220
A7Sus4: 002030
Bm7: 024232
C/D: 000010
D: 000232
D/G: 3XX232
Dm7: 000211
E: 022100
Esus4: 022200
E/F#: 2XX100
F#m7: 2XX220
G: 3X0003
G/A: 003211

[-] [D/G] [-]
everything [D/G]comes and goes
marked by lovers [G/A]and styles of clothes
things that you [D/G]held high and told your[E/F#]self were true
[E/F#]lost or changin’ as th[G/A]e days come down to you

down to you, [D/G] constant stranger;
you’re[G/A] a kind person, you’re a cold person too
it’s down to you[D/A]

you go down to the pick-[C/D]up station
cravin’ warmth and beauty
you settle for less than fa[C/D]scination;
a few drinks later you’re not so choosy

when the closing lights strip off [C/D]the shadows
on this strange new flesh you found
clutching the night to you [C/D]like a fig leaf,
you hurry to the blackness and the blankets
A7Sus4
to lay down an impression and your loneliness

Bm7 ‘ A/B ‘ Bm7 ‘ A/B ‘ E ‘ Bm7

in the morning there are [D/G]lovers in the street
they look so high;
you brush against a stranger and you [G/A]both apologize
old friends seem in[D/G]diff’rent;
you must have [E/F#]brought that on
old bonds have broke[G/A]n down; love is gone
oh, love is gone
written on your [D/G]spirit the sad song
love is gone[G/C][D/G]

everything [D/G]comes and goes;
pleasure moves on too early
[G/A]and trouble leaves too slow

just when you’r[D/G]e thinkin’
you’ve fin'[E/F#]lly got it made
[E/F#]bad news comes knockin’
[G/A]at your garden gate

knockin’ for you, [D/G] constant stranger;
you’re [G/A]a brute, you’re an angel
you can crawl, you can fly too
it’s down to you
it [D/A]all comes down to you