Am F Weren't they like skirmishes C E In some great war? Am F C E Our kisses so deep but fleeting Am F Like vultures digging for lice C E Am We were led to the soul by way of skirts F C Were led to love by way of knives E Am We valued what war reversed F Season comes round C E We break and fall, that's all Am F C Season comes round, we break and fall E Seasons come and go, that's all [Interlude] Am F C E x2 [Verse 2] Am F She thought me contemptible C E No compassion for the fate Am F Of the little man who finds rest only C E In the contempt of the great Am F And pity moves in funny ways C E Let's not try to be witty when the grave Am F Lies open before us C E Always Am F And pity moves in funny ways C E Let's not try to be witty when the grave Am F Lies open before us C E Always [Solo] Am F C E x4 [Verse 3] Am F Pity moves in funny ways C E Let's not try to be witty when the grave Am F Lies open before us C E Always Am F Pity moves in funny ways C E Let's not try to be witty when the grave Am F Lies open before us C E Always Am F Pity moves in funny ways C E Let's not try to be witty when the grave Am F Lies open before us C E Always