D

[Verse]
                   Bm     G
I made a circle, I guess
                                   D
When I folded her hands across her chest
                   Bm      G
She made a circle, I guess
                                A
And a circle does what a circle does best
       D                Bm
With a face as stark as Genesis
G
And I can't stop the quest
A
I mean, who can stop the quest?
         D
Death is beautiful
       Bm
We say goodbye to many friends
            G      A
Who have no equals
     D               Bm
With kisses sweet as hospital grapes
G
As she slips out the door
A
To flirt with the boys on the library floor