G F Am G F They move, they touch. Perhaps too much Am They love to sing, only to be seen G They are cross 'cause they are clean F F They are grave 'cause they are green Am By tongue, by teeth G F By fist or feet Am There's two on the nose G It's bloodied and broke F I hid to see Am Eyes full of rose G She tips on her toes F Her father's ears They are keen Am Late in a dream G It remains to be seen F If his grave is in flames Am G F They move, they touch. Perhaps too much Am They love to sing, only to be seen G They are cross 'cause they are clean F They are grave 'cause they are green