4/24/11

Changer

c       g          f           c             g 
what kind of sacrifice could we give
c                               g
what do we have to offer
f    c     f      c
our world's saints
g
doomed

could hardly think of a time i've seen
a bird help another one
fretting and sweet
the lovers

ingore the binding mind capturers
iching all the right places
caverns revealed
runners

sweated then bled then He died
hung in the morning sun
hour before dusk
changer