And it's hard to write about being happy
'Cause the older I get
I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject
And there would be no grand choirs to sing
No chorus could come in
About two people sitting doing nothing
But [Dm]I must confess
I did it [Em]all for [F]myself
I [F]gathered you here to [G]
hide from some vast [C]unnameable [Dm]fear
But the [Dm]loneliness never left me
I [Em]always took it with me
But I can [F]put it down in the pleasure of your [Em]company
And there will be no [Dm]grand choirs to sing
No [Em]chorus will come in
No [Am]ballad will be written
It will be [F]entirely forgotten
And if [Dm]tomorrow it's all over
At least we [Em]had it for a moment
Oh, darling, [F]things seem so unstable
But for a [G]moment we were able to be [C]still
[F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F]
And there will be no [Dm]grand choirs to sing
No [Em]chorus will come in
No [F]ballad will be written
This will be [Em]entirely forgotten
[Dm] [Em] [Am] [F] [Dm] [Em] [F] [G] [C]
