| ---- | C#m | |
| I liked the way my hand looked on your head |
| F# | |
| In the | presence of my knuckles |
| C#m | |
| But the | beauty of this vision alone |
| Just like yesterday's sunset |
| F# | |
| Has been per | verted by the sentimental |
| And mistaken for love |
| E | F# | |
| The | felix of your truth will always | break it |
| And the iris of your eye will always shake it |
| And the armies, the armies I have created |
| A | |
| Will always | hate it |
| B | |
| Will always | bait you on |
| I liked the way my hand looked on your head |
| In the presence of my struggle |
| But the beauty of this vision alone |
| I can't shake from my tree just yet |
| It keeps invading all my private moments |
| Listen to me now |
| F# | B | F# | |
| Do not see their | flags |
| Do not see their flags |
| E | |
| Do not see their | flags |
| A | |
| Do not see their | flags |
| E | |
| Deep inside my | head |
| A | |
| Do not see their | flags |
| E | A | |
| The | felix of your truth will always | break it |
| And the iris of your eye will always shake it |
| And the armies, the armies I have created |
| Will always hate it, will always bait you on |
| F# | C#m | |
| Do not see their flags |