Skirmishes For Diotima

Am                F
 Weren't they like skirmishes
C                  E
 In some great war?
Am             F        C        E
 Our kisses so deep but fleeting
Am             F
 Like vultures digging for lice
 C                  E              
 We were led to the soul by way of 
Am
skirts
             F               C
 Were led to love by way of knives
    E                 Am
 We valued what war reversed
              F
 Season comes round
              C            E
 We break and fall, that's all
 Am           F                   
 Season comes round, we break and 
     C
fall
                  E
 Seasons come and go, that's all

[Interlude]
Am F C E x2

[Verse 2]
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    Am                     F
She thought me contemptible
              C            E
No compassion for the fate
       Am                   F
Of the little man who finds rest 
only
          C                  E
In the contempt of the great
    Am                  F
And pity moves in funny ways
          C                        
Let's not try to be witty when the 
E
grave
    Am             F
Lies open before us
 C E
Always
    Am                  F
And pity moves in funny ways
          C                        
Let's not try to be witty when the 
E
grave
    Am              F
Lies open before us
 C E
Always

[Solo]
Am F C E x4

[Verse 3]
Am                       F
Pity moves in funny ways
          C                        
Let's not try to be witty when the 
E
grave
    Am              F
Lies open before us
 C E
Always
Am                       F
Pity moves in funny ways
          C                        
Let's not try to be witty when the 
E
grave
    Am              F
Lies open before us
 C E
Always
Am                       F
Pity moves in funny ways
          C                        
Let's not try to be witty when the 
E
grave
    Am              F
Lies open before us
 C E
Always