C
Dear charming kite
G          C
Do lightly bite
G
The foggy fields, the lowing lanes

The rickety roads and the kneeling plains
C
Oh lazy light
G             C
With massive might
G
You down my dream of snowy cloth

Felt snapping white as albatross
      C    G       F     Am
Is bitten by the wind and rocks
     C     G         F    Am
Is hushed into the clary moss
      C    G         F        Am
Is ushered here to count his loss
     G                 F       C
My kite, pale cotton, willow cross



C                     Em
Take my tattered fist
                     Am
It's like a catalyst
                              C                             G
It's like a roiling, rising wall of 'Has it come to this?'
C                             G
If this is medicine, whoa-oh
                          Am
It tastes like medicine
       C              G
Just help me get it in



[Chorus]
C
Flying a kite, flying a kite, flying a
Em
kite, flying a kite

Flying a kite, flying a
Am
Kite, flying a kite

Flying, flying a
C               G
Kite, oh whoa-oh
Cmaj7
Flying a kite, flying

A kite, flying a
Em7
Kite, flying a kite

Flying a kite, flying a
Am7
Kite, flying a kite

Flying, flying a
C                G
Kite, oh whoa-oh


[Verse]
C
Oh gnarly night
Em
It's like a dogfight
Am
C                     G
It's like a cat fight
C
And if I could just hold you close to me, whoa-oh
Em
I guess I'd hold you close to me
Am
C                        G
It's like a bull fight


Cmaj7                                Em7
And I say I'd give you a piece of my mind
                                      Am7
But I'm giving you a piece of my mind
                          C                   G
You blush-ing boy, how could you be so blind?


[Chorus]
C
Flying a kite, flying a kite, flying a
Em
kite, flying a kite

Flying a kite, flying a
Am
Kite, flying a kite

Flying, flying a
C               G
Kite, oh whoa-oh
Cmaj7
Flying a kite, flying

A kite, flying a
Em7
Kite, flying a kite

Flying a kite, flying a
Am7
Kite, flying a kite

Flying, flying a
C                G
Kite, oh whoa-oh


[Verse]
C
La da da, dee di
G                 C
Look at my kite fly
G
Over foggy fields, the pungent pines

The verdant vales, and the vapid vines
           C      G       F      Am
And the thousand purple cups of wine
      C      G             F         Am
The tearing teeth and the four full tines
      C        G            F         Am
The crumpling feast and the dawdling dine
        G
And you do


C
Pick me off the floor
               Em
Stand there staring for a minute
                                  Am
Like you never saw a girl before
C            G
There is the door
             Cmaj7                          Em7
At night the streets are like an open mouth
            Am7
I head south

And you stand fair and square, and I stand there
   C                      G
Until the fall blots me out
C             Em
There is no more
                                    Am
The cat and mouse to block the door
C              G
  There is no more