Iris

Tom: C#m

C#m
I liked the way my hand looked on your head
       F#
In the presence of my knuckles
        C#m
But the beauty of this vision alone
Just like yesterday's sunset
            F#
Has been perverted by the sentimental
And mistaken for love
    E                               F#
The felix of your truth will always break it
And the iris of your eye will always shake it
And the armies, the armies I have created
            A    
Will always hate it
            B    
Will always bait you on
I liked the way my hand looked on your head
In the presence of my struggle
But the beauty of this vision alone
I can't shake from my tree just yet
It keeps invading all my private moments
Listen to me now
F#               B      F#
Do not see their flags
Do not see their flags
                 E    
Do not see their flags
                 A
Do not see their flags
               E
Deep inside my head
                 A
Do not see their flags
    E                               A
The felix of your truth will always break it
And the iris of your eye will always shake it
And the armies, the armies I have created
Will always hate it, will always bait you on
			F#	C#m
Do not see their flags