Current 93 - Immortal bird

^CmWhat drives us on? What d^Abrives us on?

I ^Cmleft something of m^Fmyself in you ^GmFourscore, twenty, th^Abirty ^CmIn your body and i^Fmn your flesh ^GmIn your vault of s^Abkin I was no^Cmthing for you But the s^Fmhadow of an^Gmother love That one d^Abay for you Would s^Cmhift the skies To pa^Fmstures blue Streaked with p^Gmassing and l^Aboss ^CmTortoise green i^Fmn my eyes From the ^Gmmoss of my past ^AbYou arise And l^Cmightly then I ^Fmsaw you smile With i^Gmvory throat and i^Abvory eyes At n^Cmight I catch you b^Fmefore I sleep And ^Gmif I died be^Abfore I wake I p^Cmrayed that you my h^Fmeart might keep I c^Gmannot hold your tu^Abnneled eyes ^CmNear my heart a^Fmny longer ^GmAll this love is n^Abothing truly: ^CmMist of moons' breath ^FmGrit of evening The g^Gmrass was green (I n^Abow recall) ^CmBefore my own p^Fmarticular fall I s^Gmaw we were both really ^AbMasks on nothing (The m^Cmoonlight sweeping over n^Fmorthern beaches) All the t^Gmrees stand stripped Just si^Ablhouettes of memories At n^Cmight I have started to dr^Fmeam of you: Your e^Gmyes are wide And shot t^Abhrough with sea ^Cmblue