What Death Leaves Behind chords

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Intro Eb Gm F (4x)

Verse 

Bb        F             Gm          Eb 
I was the first match struck at the first cremation, 
Bb         F         Gm                 Eb 
you are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton 
Bb            F       Gm               Eb 
If you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me,  
Bb        F             Gm             Eb 
I'll be a plague cross painted on your naked body 


Bb 
Well summer sighed and summoned up hail. 
F                          Gm 
Dirty dish rack drips the holy grail 
(Gm) 
May be heartslob but I want 'em to know, 
Eb                            Bb 
cut and shut us like a portmanteau 
(Bb)                      F 
We sit around jus' spitballin', 
(F)                             Gm 
all the witches cackle round my cauldron 
(Gm)                             Eb 
Recognise the lies from my poker tongue 
(Eb)  Gm 
is it true...? 


        F         Eb 
They say you and me 
(Eb) 
are tautology 
Gm         F               
What grows from the seeds, 
Eb 
can you quite believe? 
Gm             F 
through cracks come the weeds, 
Eb 
Long time listener,  
Gm         F 
first time caller, 
Eb 
no need to remind me 
     Gm             F 
What death leaves behind me 

Bb 

Verse
 
Bb         F      Gm              Eb 
Why must I lie awake, from dust until the morning, 
Bb              F        Gm           Eb 
through fear of bein' impaled upon errant mattress string? 
Bb        F      Gm              Eb 
Within a waking dream I finally made my heel turn, 
Bb            F     Gm              Eb 
lived life as Super 8 when you were promised Hilton 

Bb 
Propose me as a pardon for sins, 
F                         Gm 
led on barbecue I'm burnt offerings 
(Gm)                                 Eb 
I proof-read the Book of Job for the Lord: 
(Eb)                     Bb 
edit one, League Cup 2004 
(Bb)                F 
We, delicate as a filigree, 
(F)                            Gm 
cleared a place for us in the chicory 
(Gm)                            Eb 
Colosseum blood will dry in the sun 
(Eb)  Gm 
is it true...? 


        F         Eb 
They say you and me 
(Eb) 
are tautology 
Gm         F               
What grows from the seeds, 
Eb 
can you quite believe? 
Gm             F 
through cracks come the weeds, 
Eb 
Long time listener,  
Gm         F 
first time caller, 
Eb 
no need to remind me 
     Gm             F 
What death leaves behind me 

Bb 


Bb          F         Gm         Eb 
We tread it carefully, we feel around in kid-gloves 
Bb              F        Gm              Eb 
What death will leave behind, death will leave behind love 
Bb      F         Gm         Eb 
We will flower again, I have surely seen it 
Bb      F         Gm 
WE WILL FLOWER AGAIN 


        F         Eb 
They say you and me 
(Eb) 
are tautology 
Gm         F               
What grows from the seeds, 
Eb 
can you quite believe? 
Gm             F 
through cracks come the weeds, 
Eb 
Long time listener,  
Gm         F 
first time caller, 
Eb 
no need to remind me 
     Gm             F 
What death leaves behind me 

Bb