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