[Intro] / / / / / / / / / / / / [Verse] You know   You decorate the garage walls    Hang in people’s halls   Live in secret drawers       If you could look around you Wonder what you’d see.          Fiction.    That’s all you really are I know    Editorial dreams.     They can’t make you real       Tell me where you came from And where you’re going to.                                e|------------|--------|------------| B|------------|--------|------------| G|------------|--------|-----------1-| D|------2-2--1--|-1------|------2-2--2-| A|-0-0--0-0--2--|-2------|-0-0--0-0--2-| E|-2-2----------|--------|-2-2---------| [Chorus] I won’t ever no I’ll never get to know her Or be the cause of anything she does. I won’t ever no I’ll never get to hold her. Do you think this aching could be love? [Verse] Oh you know   You’ve figured in some fantasies. You would not believe    What you’ve had to do           Life goes on around you and all because of you.                              e|------------|--------|------------| B|------------|--------|------------| G|------------|--------|-----------1-| D|------2-2--1--|-1------|------2-2--2-| A|-0-0--0-0--2--|-2------|-0-0--0-0--2-| E|-2-2----------|--------|-2-2---------| [Chorus] No I won’t ever no I’ll never get to know her Or be the cause of anything she does. I won’t ever no I’ll never get to hold her. Do you think this aching could be love? [Chorus] I won’t ever no I’ll never get to know her Or be the cause of anything she does. I won’t ever no I’ll never get to hold her. Do you think this aching could be love?             [Interlude] / / / / / / / / / / / / [Verse] You know   That in twenty years or more    You’ll still look the same    As you do today.     You’ll still be a young girl When I’m old and grey. [Chorus] No - I won’t ever no I’ll never get to know her Or be the cause of anything she does. I never no I’ll never get to hold her. Do you think this aching could be love? I won’t ever no I’ll never get to know her Or be the cause of anything she does. I won’t ever no I’ll never get to hold her. Do you think this aching could be love? (no you’ll never...)