Tall Grass

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