Written by Sebastian / Belle
Intro: D D Emma tried to run away, A I followed her across the city, G She went out to the easterhouse, D/F# Because she liked the sound of it. D She didn't have a single penny, A She stuck a finger in the air, G She tried to flag down an aeroplane, D/F# I suppose she needs a holiday. D I put my arm around her waist, A She put me on the ground with judo, G She didn't recognise my face, D/F# She wasn't even looking. D Laura's feeling just ideal, A Her horoscope was nearly perfect, G She's thinking of something to do, D/F# Because she is the birthday girl. D She walked out to the edge of town, A She saw me lying in the park, G She took emma by the hand, D/F# They've got a lot in common. D I'll leave them to do what they want, A I'll leave them to do what they need to, G I'll go and play with words and pictures, D/F# I'll admit I'm feeling strange. Instrumental D A G D/F# D I'm not as sad as doestoevsky, A I'm not as clever as mark twain, G I'll only buy a book for the way it looks, D/F# And then I stick it on the shelf again. D Now I could tell you what I'm thinking, A But it never seems to do you good, G It's beyond me what a girl can see, D/F# I'm only lucid when I'm writing songs. D This is just a modern rock song, A This is just a sorry lament, G We're four boys in corduroys, D/F# We're not terrific but we're competent. D Stevie's full of good intentions, A Richards into rock 'n' roll, G Stuart's staying in and he thinks it's a sin, D/F# That he has to leave the house at all. Instrumental D A G D/F# D This is just a modern rock song, A This is just a tender affair, G I count "three, four" and then we start to slow, D/F# Because a song has got to stop somewhere