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
