Cold Shoulder

You say it's all in my head
And the things I think
Just don't make sense
So where you been then?
Don't go all coy
Don't turn it round on me
Like it's my fault

See I can see that look in your eyes
The one that shoots me each and everytime

You grace me with your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me and wish I was her
You shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me and wish I was her

These days when I see you
You make it look like I'm see through
Do tell me why you waste our time
When your heart ain't in it and your not satisfied

You know I know just how you feel
I'm starting to find myself feeling that way too when

You grace me with your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me and wish I was her
You shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me and wish I was her

Time and time again I play the role of fool
Just for you
And even in the daylight when your gaming
I don't see through
I try to look for thing I hear
but my eyes never find

You grace me with your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me and wish I was her
You shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me and wish I was her


Produced by Mark Ronson
Vocals - Adele
Drums, Percussions - Pete Biggins
Bass - Stuart Zender
Keys - Jason Silver
Guitar - Michael Tighe and Matt Allchin
Glockenspiel - Sam Koppelman
Strings Arranged and conducted by Chris Elliott, and performed by the London Studio
Recorded by Dom Morley and Matt Lawrence at Metropolis Studios and Olympic Studios, Aug 07
Assisted at Metropolis Studios by Matt Paul
Mixed by Tom Elmhirst for osOHso at Metropolis, Oct 07. Assisted by Dan Parry
Published by Universal Music Publishing