Yeah, we used to flirt with (Bm)free dom,

’fore ev ’ry bod y knew our (F#m)name.

We be came their fa v’rite (Bm)se cret;

love for love, and not for (F#m)fame,

ah,

when (Bm)I was your us er, your (C#)Face Time a bus er, (F#m)dose af ter dose till we crashed.

Now they (Bm)bet on our game; say, we’ll (C#)go down in flames, it’s (F#m)too good, oh it (F#m)nev er could last.

But (D)oh,

(D#dim7)we was un der cov er till it (A)o ver flowed,

o (C#m)ver ex posed.

(D)Oh,

(D#dim7)chained our love to geth er, nev er (A)took it slow.

And (Dmaj7)now we know life on (Bm)o ver load.

(Love,

love, Don’t we al ways make a show love, of (A)love?

love,

love,

love,)

Let that (Bm)cell phone ring, let that (C#)blue bird sing, let that (F#m7)mes sage say “Un read.”

Yeah, let them (Bm)talk a bout us, let them (C#)talk too much, while we (F#m7)rule the whole world from our bed.

’Cause (D)oh,

(D#dim7)we was un der cov er till it (A)o ver flowed,

o (C#m)ver ex posed.

(D)Oh,

(D#dim7)chained our love to geth er, nev er (A)took it slow.

And (Dmaj7)now we know life on (Bm)o ver load.

Don’t we al ways (F#m)make a show

of (A)love?

Life on (Bm)o ver load;

must we make a (F#m)spec ta cle

of (A)love?

And (CN.C.)spec ta cle

of love?