C 
There's a limited amount of fact in this world 
Dm                         C 
So I'll have to resort to fiction 
     G 
You said I should try silence 
         F                   C 
But you don't know my addiction 
        G               C 
You got over my addiction 
 
Verse 2 
            C 
You can never repair all the cracks that form 
Dm                         C 
To blur a young man's vision 
     G 
You can wrap me up in cotton wool 
    F                   C 
I won't go into remission 
        G               C 
But is that really living? 
 
Instrumental 
          C 
It's an expensive show and a timeless show 
Dm                      C 
It's a dangerous expidition 
     G 
I came here with some friends of mine 
   F                   C 
But they left at intermission 
        G               C 
Got up and left at intermission