(D)
All's quiet, except for this song.
(G)
So maybe while I'm not together I can feel like I'm not alone.
(D)                                                 (G)
And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts.
(A)
Young sirens wail with a skewed sense of glory.
(G)
And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of flight.

(D)
And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see.
(G)                          (D)(G)
A joy, in every possibility.

(D)
And all around this is a great, great feeling.
(G)
American rockets red-glared our most
disgusting triumph.
(D)
And in passing I am asked "Do you believe in a God?",
(G)                                             (A)
I shrug off the answer and continue to get high in this terror of no explanation.
(G)
I am looking for a faith.
My panic is an only reason.

(D)
And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see.
(G)
A joy, in every possibility.