Em D A x4
Em D A Em D A
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
Em D A Em D A
you held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Em D A Em D A
oh what a contrast you were to the brutes in the halls
Em D A Em D A
my timid young fingers held a decent animal
G D
Over the ramparts you tossed
G D
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
G D F
tied to a brick sweet as a song
C D
the years have been short but the days were long
Em D A Em D A
Cool of a temperate breeze from dark skies to wet grass
Em D A Em D A
we fell in a field it seems now a thousand summers passed
Em D A Em D A
when our kite lines first crossed we tied them into knots
Em D A Em D A
and to finally fly apart we had to cut them off
G D
Since then it's been a book
G
you read in reverse
D
so you understand less as the pages turn
G D F
or a movie so crass and awkwardly cast
C D
that even I could be the star
C D F G
I dont look back much as a rule
C D F G
and all this way before murder is cool
C D G C
but your memory is here and i'd like you to stay
D
a warm light on a winter's day
Em D A x6
G D
Over the ramparts you tossed
G D
the scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
G D F
tied to brick sweet as a song
C F
the years have been short but the days go slowly by
C
to loose kites falling from the sky
F C D
drawn to the ground and an end to flight
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