Tom: C
C Em
A dove is a glove
G
That I wear on my heart
And though I like to dress smart
C Em G
It doesn't have any part of the world of fashion
C
And you're there to put me down
Em G
and I'm sick of the frowns that follow me around
C Em
I would like the sky but there's no reason why
G
She'd say to this world with the nose of a girl
A G A G
Turned up so loud that it rings sings the cloud
A F G
I've never been here and though you're physically near
C Em G C Em
You're pushing me away to decay like the day that I loved
