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 Am
We were led to the soul by way of 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 C
Season comes round, we break and fall
E
Seasons come and go, that's all
[Interlude]
Am F C E x2
[Verse 2]
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 E
Let's not try to be witty when the grave
Am F
Lies open before us
C E
Always
Am F
And pity moves in funny ways
C E
Let's not try to be witty when the 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 E
Let's not try to be witty when the grave
Am F
Lies open before us
C E
Always
Am F
Pity moves in funny ways
C E
Let's not try to be witty when the grave
Am F
Lies open before us
C E
Always
Am F
Pity moves in funny ways
C E
Let's not try to be witty when the grave
Am F
Lies open before us
C E
Always
