Bauhaus

^{Em G Em G}
She had nut pa ^Em inted arms, that were her's to keep ^G
And in her fear, s ^Em he sought cracked pleasures. ^G
Em The passion of lovers is for death, said she, ^G
licked her lips, ^Em and turned to feather. ^G
Em And as I watched from underneath, ^G
I be ^Em came aware of all that she'd keep. ^G
Em Those little foxes, so safe and sound, ^G
They were n ^Em ot dead, they'd gone to ground. ^G
Chorus:
^C The passion of lovers is ^B for death, said sh ^Em e----- ^{D C}
The passion of lovers is f ^B or death. (repeat ^Em )
She breaks her heart just a little too much,
and her jokes attract the lucky, bad type.
And when she dips and whails and slips her banshee smile
She gets the bigger of the better to the letter.
(repeat chorus to end)