The Soviet Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em]

[Verse 1]
[Em]God is love and love is real,
but the [Am]dead are dancing with the [Em]dead and through all that's charming disappears.
All thing[Am]s lovely only [Em]hurt my head as I gather stones from fields like
[Am]pearls of water on my [D]fingers' [Em]ends [D]and wrap them in boxes.
Save [C]from windows, from things that break,
as the night-[Em]time shined shined like day it saw my sorry face.
Hair a mess but it liked my best
that way
(besides how else could I confess? When I looked down like if to pray, well I was looking down [Am]her dress...) Good [Em]god,
[D]please! Catch for us the foxes in the [C]vine[Em]yard[Am][Em]

[Interlude 1]
- the little foxes.
[Em]

[Verse 2]
[Em]Turn your ear, musician.
To [F#dim]silence because they only come out when i[D]t's q[G]uiet,
their tails brushing over your [Am]eye lids - wake up, sleeper, and [Em]rise from the dead!
Or the fur that [D]they [Am]shed [C]will cover your bed[Csus2] in a
[G]delicate orange-ish cinnamon cinnamon red.
[Em]Ah, I don't need this!
I hate my loves, I have my doubts.

[Outro 1]
I don't need this.
[Em]