D
[Verse]
Bm G
I made a circle, I guess
D
When I folded her hands across her chest
Bm G
She made a circle, I guess
A
And a circle does what a circle does best
D Bm
With a face as stark as Genesis
G
And I can't stop the quest
A
I mean, who can stop the quest?
D
Death is beautiful
Bm
We say goodbye to many friends
G A
Who have no equals
D Bm
With kisses sweet as hospital grapes
G
As she slips out the door
A
To flirt with the boys on the library floor