Pagoda - Death To Birthadd

Gm          D
From ripe, to green
D#        F
Too real, too late
Gm                 D
Should I lie down, or stand up
D#       F
Or walk around again?
Gm                   D
My eyes finally right opened out
D#             F
My eyes finally right opened shut
Gm                     D
To find my fount of sound
D#                  F
That Ears the touch of my tears
Gm                 D
Smell the taste of all we waste
D#        F
Could feed the others
Gm                  D
But we smother each other with the nettle
    D#        F
And Pucker the sour sugar sweet weather
Gm                          D
It blows through our trees, swims through our sees
D#                     F
Flies to the last gasp left on this earth,
Gm          D          D#    F
Oh       ohoh          oh-oh         oh

Gm     D           D#     F
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Gm     D           D#     F
It's a long lonely journey from death to
Gm     D           D#     F
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Gm     D           D#     F
It's a long lonely journey from death to    ...birth
Gm                  D
Should I die again? Should I die around?
D#      F
The pounds of matter willing to space
Gm                  D  D#  F
I know I'll never know until I come face to face
Gm          D
With my own cold dead face
D#       F
Oh With my own wooden case
Gm        D
You with me la la ohohoh
Gm     D           D#     F
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Gm     D           D#     F
It's a long lonely journey from death to
Gm     D           D#     F
It's a long lonely journey from death to birth
Gm     D           D#     F
It's a long lonely journey from death to  ...birth