Playtime
Playtime: Am...Dm...Dm...E x2
Ch: Dm...Am...Dm...F E
There's a game people play as they fall out of love
Their lips lose their shine pressed into lines that barely curl up
And that's the game we play now as we hover like doves
The roles that we play in this sad masquerade smother each other's love
Playtime, nothing here is really real it's just playtime
Playtime, we can't say how we feel
If we say the lines out loud it might bring the curtain down
What happened to us, was it faith, money, drugs
Did we lose what we'd found did it fall on the ground
As we crawled through the mud
I'm not angry I swear, I'm just puzzled I guess
Did we play to the crowd did we say lines out loud
That we didn't really get
And if we cry, all's forgiven
It's what we need to do to deliver the lines less