Peter Doherty - She is far

^CBlues and greys and greens across the river We went into ^Fwinter London ^Gparks, my darling ^CMonuments for blood spilt in foreign lands It's on our hands,^F it's all across our ^Gfaces

^FPhotographs in ^Gpaper bags And she is ^Cfar ^F She's getting so much ^Gfurther every ^Cday ^G

Well, ^Cyouth was no excuse but I'll excuse you still For every single^F dirty maga^Gzine, my darling ^CMonuments on Margate Sands staples across your hands ^F And all across your ^Gface

^FPhotographs in ^Gpaper bags And she is ^Cfar ^F And she's getting ^Gfurther every d^Cay ^G

And ^Fall those rivers ^Gunderneath the city flows with ^Ctears ^F And there's another garden ^Gflooding every ^Cday

^FPhotographs in ^Gpaper bags And she is ^Cfar ^F And she's getting ^Gfurther every d^Cay