St. Peter's Bones Girlyman
G[G]rowing tired, b[D]arely walking
Wa[Em]lking over t[D]his sweet grave
W[C]inds grew bolder, [G]bruised my shoulder
N[D]ot much left to say
S[G]weet and spare now, [D]holy sparrow
S[Em]inging softly[D] outside
W[C]hen it's colder, [G]we'll feel older
N[D]ot much left to hide
Chorus:
We are [Em]breat[C]hing, we are [G]seething
We are [Em]hardly u[C]nder[D]way
We have h[G]igh h[D]opes like the [G]old [C]popes
Even [G]St. Peter's [D]bones d[G]ecay
In the o[G]ld times, we made[D] up rhymes
To si[Em]ng ourselves to [D]sleep at night
It was w[C]ild means, singing h[G]orse dreams
Did n[D]othing wrong and nothing right
Chorus
M[Em]aking [C]wishes like [G]wine
L[Em]osing sleep and [G]losing [D]time
[Em]Maybe s[C]ilver or g[G]reen
T[C]he world alive, the [D]world unseen
Chorus
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