Its your feet you dont need
always [G]facin back the [A]way you just [D]came
i dont love you anymore
i dont [G]need you
im just [A]keepin the [D]score
you said [G]life is to [A]short to be [D]bored
all this [G]crawlin a[A]round the [D]floor
wont [G]get you what you [A]want
its just a [D]waste
and you [G]donīt need [D]me
So i look at every woman
just too [G]see if theres [A]something there
for [D]me
and i look up every moment
just to [G]know if im [A]missing something
[D]sweet
and i [G]need somethin [A]solid i can [D]hold
like a [G]dog that [A]comes when i [D]call
like a [G]brick i can [A]throw against the [D]wall
but i [G]donīt need [D]you
yeah i [G]donīt NEED [D]you...
Đ 4AD, Written by Neil Halstead