2 acessos
Gm [Verse 1] Gm A Becher's Brook is love Gm D#maj7 A hurdle at which greater men have fallen Gm As she manipulates Gm D#maj7 Steals my mind and hides it in the garden [Chorus] Bb But now Eb Only love can bring me down Bb Somehow Eb Somehow love must bring me down Gm I've become the fan and the bellows [Verse 2] Gm The cupid masturbates Gm D#maj7 Absent of all thought and of all reason Gm He shoots me in the back Gm D#maj7 I think perhaps it must be shooting season [Chorus] Bb But now Eb Only love can bring me down Bb Somehow Eb Somehow love must bring me down Gm I've become the fan and the bellows [Bridge] Gm Not me Gm Bb Eb Bb Eb Not me [Chorus] Bb But now Eb Only love can bring me down Bb I've become the fan and the bellows Eb Somehow love must bring me down Gm I've become the fan and the bellows (bellows, bellows...)