Tom: Cm Cm Ab Who shot that arrow in your throat? G Cm Who missed the crimson apple? Ab G It hung heavy on the tree above your head. Cm Ab G This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect. Cm Ab G Give your immortality to me, I’ll set you up against the stars. Cm Ab G Glor-or-or-ri-uh, we lied, we can’t go on. Cm Ab G This is the time and this is the place to be alive. Cm Who shot that arrow in your throat? Ab G Who missed the crimson apple? Cm Ab G And there’s a discord in the garden tonight. Ab Eb Bb The sea’s wine red, this is the death of beauty. Bb A Ab Eb Bb The doves have died, the lovers have lied. Cm Ab G I cut the arrow from your neck, stretched you beneath the trees Cm Ab G Among the roots and baby breath I covered us with silver leaves. Cm Ab G Glor-or-or-ri-uh, we lied, we can’t go on. Cm Ab G This is the time and this is the place to be alive. Ab Eb Bb The sea’s wine red, this is the death of beauty. Bb A Ab Eb Bb The doves have died, the lovers have lied. Bb A ----------------------------------------------------------------------| 7b9----7b9R---7b9R----------------------------------------------------| ---------------------------0--1-0-------------------0--1-0------------| ------------------------1----------1--------------1---------1---------| -------------------1-3-------------------------3----------------------| -----------------3---------------------4-4-3-3-----------------4-4-3-3| Ab Eb Bb The sea’s wine red, this is the death of beauty. Bb A Ab Eb Bb The doves have died, the lovers have lied. Bb A Ab Eb Bb The sea’s wine red, this is the death of beauty. Bb A Ab Eb Bb Bb A Ab The doves have died, the lovers have lied.