Misc Your Songs - Ragon linde - violence

^Gm7Gray petals of bombs fall on us ^Gm7crack t^Fhe bo^Ddy’^C#s pu^Czzle.^{Bb G Gm7}We know how it bends to metal’s will ^Gm7how it forgets ^Gm7the meaning it carries, ^Gm7when broken. Some say the meaning goes away. ^{Dm7 Cm7}

^Am7I want to see it. ^Am7Burned eyes are petals ^Am7from a black rose ^Am7we love and fear even in our dreams.^{Em7 Dm7} And you dream too, ^Cm7

^Gm7we’ve seen your eyes rush under lids ^Gm7at ^F the^D checkpo^C#int of^C s^Gubcon^Bbscio^Gus, ^Gm7burn through stolen scenes, ^Gm7what others felt ^Gm7when bombs fell. If petals are made of ash, ^{Dm7 Cm7}

^Am7what can we know about the flower, ^Am7its smell, ^Am7its proud posture, ^Am7it’s shortmlived optimism? ^Em7Some say the meaning comes later ^{Dm7 Em7}I want to see it. As you lear^Dm7n, your end, ^Cm7 See the body’s ironic puzzle, ^Gm7 its ch^Am7eckpoint, its unanswered question^Bb – you rea^Clize it too: ^D

^Gm7nothing is firm here, not even the harm we do nor how we carry and strangl^Ebe, and fail to str^Fangle the meaning of you. ^{Gm7 F} the meaning of you ^{Gm7 F} the meaning of you ^{Eb F}