Skirmishes For Diotima

Bm G D F# 2x Bm G Weren't they like skirmishes D F# In some great war? Bm G D F# Our kisses so deep but fleeting Bm G Like vultures digging for lice D F# Bm We were led to the soul by way of skirts G D Were led to love by way of knives F# Bm We valued what war reversed G Season comes round D F# We break and fall, that's all Bm G D Season comes round, we break and fall F# Seasons come and go, that's all Bm G D F# 2x Bm G She thought me contemptible D F# No compassion for the fate Bm G Of the little man who finds rest only D F# In the contempt of the great Bm G And pity moves in funny ways D F# Let's not try to be witty when the grave Bm G Lies open before us D F# Always Bm G And pity moves in funny ways D F# Let's not try to be witty when the grave Bm G Lies open before us D F# Always Bm G D F# 4x Bm G Pity moves in funny ways D F# Let's not try to be witty when the grave Bm G Lies open before us D F# Always Bm G Pity moves in funny ways D F# Let's not try to be witty when the grave Bm G Lies open before us D F# Always Bm G Pity moves in funny ways D F# Let's not try to be witty when the grave Bm G Lies open before us D F# Always Bm G D F# 4x