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