Bombed

	  		

C#m                            A 
Love there are flowers hanging in the vine 
G#                   C#m 
So high you cannot see 
C#m                     F#m                   G#                   C#m 
Now my mind must go on holiday, torn from it's hook, a broken valentine 
C#m                       A                 G#             C#m 
I see the smoke from a revolver, will I get hit, I hardly care 
C#m                            F#m         
When I'm bombed I stretch like bubblegum 
              G#                       C#m 
And look too long straight at the morning sun 
C#m                             A             G#                   C#m 
Love there are flowers along the avenue, all things perfectly in place 
C#m 
I build a shrine 
        F#m 
I set a monument 
              G# 
Because you're fire 
                C#m 
Because you're a fire escape