With fifteen tons of weight pushing down
From the heavens or whatever´s above me
Your hands on the table, your feet on the ground
You looked so at peace when you told me
There's no coming back from this thing now
I raced through the door
With the sweat soaked through
My brand [Bm]new woolen sweater
The girls in the bed
The tv blaring
I stared at your sea green kimono
But I´m so in love with you [A7
I´ll do anything you [A7ask
I tɾied to [C7]pick a fight
I thought that you [A7could still get angry
But you [A7calmly went into [C7]the bathroom
I´d be [Am]happy to [C7]claw at the door
We both know I´ve done that sort of thing before
