G          F      Am     G    F
They move, they touch. Perhaps too much
Am                          
They love to sing, only to be seen
G
They are cross 'cause they are clean
F                               F
They are grave 'cause they are green

Am          
By tongue, by teeth
G          F
By fist or feet
Am
There's two on the nose
G                 
It's bloodied and broke
F
I hid to see

Am
Eyes full of rose
G
She tips on her toes
F
Her father's ears

They are keen
Am
Late in a dream
G
It remains to be seen
F
If his grave is in flames

Am             

G               F
They move, they touch. Perhaps too much
Am                  
They love to sing, only to be seen
G           
They are cross 'cause they are clean
F
They are grave 'cause they are green