Standard (EADGBE)

x4

I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole

you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold

oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls

my timid young fingers held a decent animal

Over the ramparts you tossed

the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers

tied to a brick sweet as a song

 the years have been short but the days were long

Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass

we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed

when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots

and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off

Since then it's been a book

 you read in reverse

 so you understand less as the pages turn

or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast

 that even I could be the star

I dont look back much as a rule

and all this way before murder is cool

but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay

 a warm light on a winter's day

x6

Over the ramparts you tossed

the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers

tied to brick sweet as a song

 the years have been short but the days go slowly by

 to loose kites falling from the sky

drawn to the ground and an end to flight

x4

I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole

you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold

oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls

my timid young fingers held a decent animal

Over the ramparts you tossed

the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers

tied to a brick sweet as a song

 the years have been short but the days were long

Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass

we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed

when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots

and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off

Since then it's been a book

 you read in reverse

 so you understand less as the pages turn

or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast

 that even I could be the star

I dont look back much as a rule

and all this way before murder is cool

but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay

 a warm light on a winter's day

x6

Over the ramparts you tossed

the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers

tied to brick sweet as a song

 the years have been short but the days go slowly by

 to loose kites falling from the sky

drawn to the ground and an end to flight