Virgilian Lots

GC#m GC#m FB A E The pigs are taking shots at the mourners on the hill A F# B I'm truly not neutral, but I lost all direction Dm F Today I woke ready to blow the bridge Dm A For finding you hand over your mouth Dm Eb So instead I burn my own village down G#m D#m7 C#m7 I'm grieving for you, my love C#m F# And I don't understand what's going on GC#m GC#m FB A E Just as the twin volcanoes of Cuauhn?huac, we were once stable A F# B So sad I must bury every thought of you before it shows its teeth Dm F Dm A Now I amuse myself with a tibias form of Virgilian lots Dm Eb Like your neo-feminist divinations G#m D#m7 C#m7 I'm grieving for you, my love C#m F# And I don't understand what's going on GC#m GC#m C#m7 F# All my memories, once almost sacred, are embarrassments to me now Eb G#m Of the three things I find most shocking, the first is how trivial you are C#m7 F# The second is my depth of feeling; third, the purity of our collapsed - G#m D#m7 C#m7 Grieving for you, my love C#m F# And I don't understand what's going on GC#m GC#m GC#m GC#m GC#m GC#m GC#m GC#m FBG#m