C5                F5                 G5
I was blessed to fight with you all night

I hadn't even know what fun
       A5                 F5             G5
Oh the war was dressed in scarlet and in white, like the whore of Babylon
C5                      F5               G5
Shook your conscience, held it to the light, tried to see what was written on it
        A5                                   G5
I said, "Baby don't ya think, you're being a little bit drastic?
          F5                                   G5
There are things in this world that you can't buy with plastic.
    A5                            G5
You blew through your cash like a Klondike miner.
               F5                                G5
Someday you'll maybe feel the lash of the Intelligent Designer."


        C5
Oh, your doctor died, Baby
  F5                         G5
I believe he lost a-hold of himself
             A5
Oh, it wasn't a homicide
     G5             F5        G5
Your doctor was in such poor health
          C5
And I'm a lot like him
   F5                    G5
I believe I've lost control
                  A5            G5          F5
And those are the terms of our love on parole

A5 G5 C5 F5 

C5                          F5               
Oooh, they found us out in pavilions of doubt
        G5
And cathedrals of longing and death without warning
        A5                      G5
The room readied itself for that transfer of power
     C5                                  G5
When you rode right through in your penultimate hour
                C5
And said, "I can see the billboards and the history written large."
                G5
You said, "That was no-one's wedding, Baby, that was Picket's Charge."
        A5                      G5
And for all of your talk of ending the fray,
                F5                          G5
There's not a part of your heart that would have it that way
        A5            G5
Oh, ya couldn't make a cup of tea
    F5                   G5
Without a battle strategy
                   A5           G5         F5
Which doesn't feel right until it takes it toll
                  A5                            G5          F5
And those are the terms and conditions of our love on parole

C5 F5 G5 A5 F5 G5 C5 F5 G5 A5 G5 F5 A5 G5 F5

      C5                             F5
Oh, abrasive and unbearable, a half-step from hysterical
             G5
You stopped waiting for the miracle and started praying for the end
                A5
Oh, you were never less than charitable
                G5
But I can think of nothing so terrible
                F5                  G5
As to no longer be your lover and only be your friend

    C5                            F5             
Now I could never navigate your body's complex narratives
        G5
That which lived and died and lies in stains

And still suffered its imperatives
                A5                      G5                      F5
And anyway, I was never that interested in your heart and soul
                A5              G5              F5 
I just wanted to see you and make love on parole