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