A F
And there implied is that
A
I'm but another body for the birds
Am
carrion absurd and accidental
F AmA
atoms beating air
Am
carrying on unwitting orphan
A Am
of an unyielding despair
Am
But linger on just for a moment
Dm A
until we can ascertain if
Amsomething's wrong with me
Dm A
self indicted brains
Am G
Because I contend that all
of this is more than just
Dm A
a meaningless charade
Am
That each and every moment is
A
a bottle with a message hid away
F Am G
If anything means anything
Dm Am
There must be something meant
G F
for us to be a song
Am G
that we were made to sing
Dm
There must be so much
Am G
more than we can see
Am G
But all our lives we've
been treading paper
F A
in the space between the words
Am G
And there implied's the thought
that we are barely more than
F A Am
bodies for the birds carrion
G
They say that we're just accidental
Dm A Am G
atoms beating air carrying on and on
Dm
Unwitting orphans of an unyielding
A
despair
Dm
But our hearts
F
tell a different story
Dm E
our hands feel a different pulse
F C G
If anything means anything
F C
There must be something meant
G
for us to be
F Am G
If anything means anything
Dm Am
There must be something meant
G F
for us to be a song
Am G
that we were made to sing
Dm
There must be so much
Am G
more than we can see
F Dm
Something fathomless deeper than our
F Dm
pride can dive numinous higher than
F
Our hearts can rise transcendent
Dm
further than our thoughts
F
can reach immanent
Dm A
closer than the air we breathe