F G Let's go camping in the cold,C Am Make a fire, buy a tentF G Envision leather getting old,C Am Re-send pigeons that were sentF G Try to memorize your smell,C Am It reminds me of a fieldF G Crickets clearer than a bellC Am Have all their guys recast in steelF G Birds don't cry when echoes quit,C Am They trail off into the fogF G Autumn hurts far less than sticks,C Am Knowing winter's five feet tallF G Generations of defeatC Am All assuming your the worstF G They never tied the cansC Am To the back end of a hearseF G Take your hand against my own,C Am If there's a finger I can gripF G Reassure me at the aceC Am Mine's a black heart you could flipF G I've come to terms with what I have,C Am What's been given, what's been askedF G Turn my back against the sea,C Am And beg the serpent for a danceF G But in the red dirt muddy towns,C Am Celebration of the darkF G Children walking hand in handC Am With the pygmies in the parkF G I can't touch you only once,C Am You always leave me wanting moreF G So keep my feet within the house,C Am And stick my toes just past the doorF G Let me know when I'm in love,C Let me die when I'm in love
I Love You Too Death
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