Tom: D
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.
