Am D G C Sarah wrote epistles on the subject of despair Am D G C on the night last year when there was no love in the air. Am D G C Listen friend she wrote, and I heard her pen cry before it broke. Am D G D C Who are we and why, oh why can't we behave? Am D G We are good people, aren't we? Do you know? Am D G C Jon-jon had surprising eyes and narrow black suede shows, Am D G C a war to fight in Paris and a sister with the blues. Am D G C Puisque ton papa est en voyage you heard your mother making Am D G D C love is not what we are Jon-jon, you and I Am D G are rats at cupids table and we're fine. Am D G C In the darkest corner of a downstairs gathering Am D G C ladybirds and pirate cowboys, made up, conversing. Am D G C Islands sinking from musicians, bedtime stories, York Magicians, Am D G D C but you don't have to worry darling, frozen hearts leave Am D G seethrough scarring, and no one else will know unless you tell. Am D G C Drink to ghosts of past years' catastrophic love affairs, Am D G C to robes of red and silver tales worn thin from too much care. Am D G C Comfort doesn't always come in glasses, but perhaps tonight Am D G D C I won't be the only one with blue headlights. Am D G Come on ladies, take your love to town. Am D G Pick it up boys, take your love to town. Am D G Everybody, take your love to town.