D
he takes his dinner in the bath
A
love sickened and infirmed
D
the orderly found him there
D
fileted on the marble stairs
F#m
hat still in hand
Bm
his smoking remains
Db7 F#m
blown out by a kiss from the sunday soon
F#m D Bm
sunday soon sunday soon sunday soon
( F#m D Bm Db7 during recorder solo)
F#m Bm Db7
someday someday someday
F#m
his eyes are closed he mouthed the name
Bm
the rosary her lips and tongue
D
she is the centrifuge
F#m
that throws the spies from the sun
Bm F#m Bm
the Sistine chapel painted with the gattling gun
F#m D Bm
someday soon someday soon someday soon
F#m D
someday soon someday soon
A
polar nettles set on end
F#m D
move like starlings up a cliff and tenor of a foggy touch
Bm
the forcefield round his frosty hips
F#m
whose shape recalls the wicked spade
Bm
that buried him but on his lips
F#m Db7
the last rites of nerves
F#m
someday soon
