Honey in the hair

Cm, Gm, Fm

I fill my mouth up with air, honey in the hair,

honey in the hair, honey in the hair
i fill my life up with time, asleep in the vine,
whiskey and wine, whiskey and wine
who makes the wind blow? I don't care
my eyes roll back in my head
who makes the wind blow? I don't care
my eyes roll back in my head

I'm just walking in circles,

I see the lines in chalk on the ground
I'm just walking in circles,
I see the lines in chalk on the ground

Eb one bar, Bb one bar, Cm two bars

translates to C, G, Am with the capo.

One day, this will all come down

one day, this will all come crashing right down!
So go on with your life, we will bring you down!
So go on with your life, we will bring you down!
 Witches
Gm, D and Cm in For the intro or bridges: //:Gm/Cm/D/Gm://

Gm D D Gm
In others' mouths the scraping of rocks,
Gm D D Gm
who walk a rope run along the ground
Gm D D Gm
Into the basket, (x2)

Gm D D Gm
Whither the sky is fatted with ice,
Gm D D Gm
come as the earth grows richer of blood -
Gm D D Gm
The doe is in season, (x2)

Gm Cm Cm D D D D Gm
We pull our teeth out laying down in easy places
Gm Cm Cm D D D D Gm
Thicken the air with talk but cover our eyes up with our hands
Gm Cm Cm D D D D Gm
They're shooting the wolves from helicopters can you believe that
Gm Cm Cm D D D D Gm
Out in the wide world the wildest ones are vanishing quickly

Gm Cm D Gm
But it won't be the Witches that are burning this time (x3)

Out in the wood a passing of hours,

in the jailhouse of limb a passing of years
Into the casket (x2)
I will not crouch polluted with law,
No traitor to witch, no traitor to wolf
Judas Iscariot (x2)

We pull our teeth out laying down in easy places we

Thicken the air with talk but cover our eyes up with our hands
They're shooting the wolves from helicopters can you believe that
Out in the wide world the wildest ones are vanishing quickly

But it won't be the Witches that are Burning this time (x3)

Now the white wool has twisted round the land,

The cowering altar and matricide borne.
The stones they are screaming (x2)
I could call them men but they are not
Men, faces like blood rags, yet dressed to the fines.
Chariots surround us (x2)

We pull our teeth out laying down in easy places we

Thicken the air with talk but cover our eyes up with our hands
They're shooting the wolves from helicopters can you believe that
Out in the wide world the wildest ones are vanishing quickly
But it won't be the Witches that are Burning this time.