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]
