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
