C F G I was blessed to fight with you all night I hadn't even know what fun Am F G Oh the war was dressed in scarlet and in white, like the whore of Babylon C F G Shook your conscience, held it to the light, tried to see what was written on it Am G I said, "Baby don't ya think, you're being a little bit drastic? F G There are things in this world that you can't buy with plastic. Am G You blew through your cash like a Klondike miner. F G Someday you'll maybe feel the lash of the Intelligent Designer." C Oh, your doctor died, Baby F G I believe he lost a-hold of himself Am Oh, it wasn't a homicide G F G Your doctor was in such poor health C And I'm a lot like him F G I believe I've lost control Am G F And those are the terms of our love on parole Am G C F C F Oooh, they found us out in pavilions of doubt G And cathedrals of longing and death without warning Am G The room readied itself for that transfer of power C G When you rode right through in your penultimate hour C And said, "I can see the billboards and the history written large." G You said, "That was no-one's wedding, Baby, that was Picket's Charge." Am G And for all of your talk of ending the fray, F G There's not a part of your heart that would have it that way Am G Oh, ya couldn't make a cup of tea F G Without a battle strategy Am G F Which doesn't feel right until it takes it toll Am G F And those are the terms and conditions of our love on parole C F G Am F G C F G Am G F Am G F C F Oh, abrasive and unbearable, a half-step from hysterical G You stopped waiting for the miracle and started praying for the end Am Oh, you were never less than charitable G But I can think of nothing so terrible F G As to no longer be your lover and only be your friend C F Now I could never navigate your body's complex narratives G That which lived and died and lies in stains And still suffered its imperatives Am G F And anyway, I was never that interested in your heart and soul Am G F I just wanted to see you and make love on parole
