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 ti (guitartabs.cc)
