D Bm G
my mind is ready to die
D Bm G
seeds of infertility
Em A
are growing into ghostly trees
D A G
taken root in some selfish plea
D A G
forgiven for being born ugly
Em A
and set free on a bitter wind
D Bm G
there is no high high enough
D Bm G
no love keeps you satisfied
Em A
a rotting eternity in your arms
D A G
desperate lovers in an old house
D A G
slowly burning through the ground
Em A
will one day be entirely forgotten
D Dbm Bm A G
where little feet walk tall grass