Tom: Cm
Cm Ab
Who shot that arrow in your throat?
G Cm
Who missed the crimson apple?
Ab G
It hung heavy on the tree above your head.
Cm Ab G
This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect.
Cm Ab G
Give your immortality to me, I’ll set you up against the stars.
Cm Ab G
Glor-or-or-ri-uh, we lied, we can’t go on.
Cm Ab G
This is the time and this is the place to be alive.
Cm
Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Ab G
Who missed the crimson apple?
Cm Ab G
And there’s a discord in the garden tonight.
Ab Eb Bb
The sea’s wine red, this is the death of beauty.
Bb A Ab Eb Bb
The doves have died, the lovers have lied.
Cm Ab G
I cut the arrow from your neck, stretched you beneath the trees
Cm Ab G
Among the roots and baby breath I covered us with silver leaves.
Cm Ab G
Glor-or-or-ri-uh, we lied, we can’t go on.
Cm Ab G
This is the time and this is the place to be alive.
Ab Eb Bb
The sea’s wine red, this is the death of beauty.
Bb A Ab Eb Bb
The doves have died, the lovers have lied.
Bb A
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Ab Eb Bb
The sea’s wine red, this is the death of beauty.
Bb A Ab Eb Bb
The doves have died, the lovers have lied.
Bb A Ab Eb Bb
The sea’s wine red, this is the death of beauty.
Bb A Ab Eb Bb Bb A Ab
The doves have died, the lovers have lied.
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