3/4                                   Priests

    Bm                  C
amd who will write love songs for you
     Bm           Cm
When I am lord at last
         Bm                  Cm
and your body is some little highway shrine
     Bm                  Am
that all my priests have passed
     Am                  Bm
that all my priests have passed


my priests they will put flowers there
they will stand before the glass
but they'll wear away your little window love
they will trample on the grass
they will trample on the grass

and who will aim the arrow
that men will follow through your grace
when I am lord of memory
and all your armour has turned to lace
and all your armour has turned to lace

the simple life of heroes
and the twisted life of saints
they just confuse the sunny calender
with their red and golden paints
withtheir red and golden paints

and all of you have seen the dance
that god has kept from me
but he has seen me watching you
when all your mindswere free
when all your minds were free
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