White Foxes

Am
Poses, poses
Am
That's all you are to me
Am  F
Roses, roses
C                  G        F
That's all you're offering me
F
And now I wish to God that
     C               G
The earth would turn cold
        F                               Am
And my heart would forget it's made of glass
     F                           C  G
And all the pretty tulips would disappear
     F                Am
And never disturb me again

     F          Eb        Bb
You gave me my very first gun
     F          Eb               Bb
I'll go out and hunt the hidden dome
      Dm  F  G  Dm  F  G
With white foxes, with white foxes
Am
Freeze

Hunger, hunger is the purest sin
It is empty church in a crowded bin
I've wept and I've stumbled
I fought and I craved
For the gravy of your soul
But all I want to do now is walk along
Down barren trees in fields of snow

     F          Eb        Bb
You gave me my very first gun
     F          Eb               Bb
I'll go out and hunt the hidden dome
      Dm  F  G  Dm  F  G
With white foxes, with white foxes
Am
Freeze

My eye is my sanctuary