F F
Curling lips fingertips dead eye dips
A9 A9
I saw it all in the blackfield
F F
Splinter cracks summer tracks paperbacks
A9 A9
We found them all in the blackfield
F F
In the shade whistle blades singing fades
F#m
In the blackfield
F#m Bm Bm F#m F#m
She wants to stay and talk all day
Bm G D
so I remark when it gets dark
F#/D Bm/D
All the pale things under the earth
G
Will reverse