Standard (EADGBE)

Closer than close - you see yourself - a mirrored immage,

of what you wanted to be

As each day goes by - a little more - you can't remember

what it was you wanted anyway

The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - your ageing face

The face that once was so beautiful - is still there but unrecognizable

Private Hell, Private Hell

The man who you once loved - is blad and fat - and seldom in

working late as usual

Your interest has waned - you feel the strain - the bed springs snap

on the occasions he lies upon you - close your eyes and think of nothing but

Private Hell, Private Hell

Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing

her husband Terry - and your grandchildren

Think of Edward - who's still at college

you send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge

'Cause he don't care - they don't care

'Cause they're all going through their own

Private Hell, Private Hell

The morning slips away - in a valium haze - and catalogues

a numerous cups of coffe

In the afternoon - the weekly food - is put in bags

you float off down the high street

The shops windows reflect - play a nameless host - to a closet ghost

a picture of your fantasy - a victim of your misery

Private Hell, Private Hell

Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup - you see it smash

inside you crack - you can't go on - but you sweep it up

Safe at last inside your - Private Hell

Sanity at last inside your - Private Hell

NOTE: I have recognised the chords above with a PIANO, and not a guitar, so

it's impossible for me to find out the exact notes that the great Paul plays

during the short guitar solos. I'm sorry but you will have to do it by

yourself !!!

Of course, suggestions are welcome ad encouraged.