Bombed

C#m A Love there are flowers hanging in the vine G# C#m So high you cannot see C#m F#m G# C#m Now my mind must go on holiday, torn from it's hook, a broken valentine C#m A G# C#m I see the smoke from a revolver, will I get hit, I hardly care C#m F#m When I'm bombed I stretch like bubblegum G# C#m And look too long straight at the morning sun C#m A G# C#m Love there are flowers along the avenue, all things perfectly in place C#m I build a shrine F#m I set a monument G# Because you're fire C#m Because you're a fire escape