D
he takes his dinner in the bath
                   A
love sickened and infirmed
                D
the orderly found him there
                D
fileted on the marble stairs
F#m
hat still in hand
    Bm
his smoking remains
      Db7                           F#m 
blown out by a kiss from the sunday soon
       F#m       D          Bm
sunday soon sunday soon sunday soon 

( F#m   D    Bm      Db7 during recorder solo)
F#m       Bm      Db7
someday someday someday


F#m                                         
his eyes are closed he mouthed the name 
Bm
the rosary her lips and tongue 
                 D         
she is the centrifuge
                 F#m
that throws the spies from the sun
Bm                 F#m             Bm
the Sistine chapel painted with the gattling gun
F#m              D          Bm
someday soon someday soon someday soon 
F#m              D         
someday soon someday soon 

                     A
polar nettles set on end
                         F#m                        D 
move like starlings up a cliff and tenor of a foggy touch
                                Bm
the forcefield round his frosty hips
                                F#m
whose shape recalls the wicked spade
                           Bm               
that buried him but on his lips 
          F#m      Db7
the last rites of nerves
        F#m
someday soon