F G
Let's go camping in the cold,
C Am
Make a fire, buy a tent
F G
Envision leather getting old,
C Am
Re-send pigeons that were sent
F G
Try to memorize your smell,
C Am
It reminds me of a field
F G
Crickets clearer than a bell
C Am
Have all their guys recast in steel
F G
Birds don't cry when echoes quit,
C Am
They trail off into the fog
F G
Autumn hurts far less than sticks,
C Am
Knowing winter's five feet tall
F G
Generations of defeat
C Am
All assuming your the worst
F G
They never tied the cans
C Am
To the back end of a hearse
F G
Take your hand against my own,
C Am
If there's a finger I can grip
F G
Reassure me at the ace
C Am
Mine's a black heart you could flip
F G
I've come to terms with what I have,
C Am
What's been given, what's been asked
F G
Turn my back against the sea,
C Am
And beg the serpent for a dance
F G
But in the red dirt muddy towns,
C Am
Celebration of the dark
F G
Children walking hand in hand
C Am
With the pygmies in the park
F G
I can't touch you only once,
C Am
You always leave me wanting more
F G
So keep my feet within the house,
C Am
And stick my toes just past the door
F G
Let me know when I'm in love,
C
Let me die when I'm in love