Em C
You're not unlucky, you're just not very smart
G D
These things will never leave you - they're as close as you can get
Em C G D
To a blueprint for the future - but you can call it fate.
Em C
It's like these days I have to write down almost every thought I've held,
G D
So scared I am becoming of forgetting how it felt,
Em C
And these fears they will unravel me one day,
G D
But still I am afraid.
Em C
But I'm blessed -
G D
Just to be, more or less -
Em C G D
Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left
Em C
Oh blessed -
G D
Just to be, more or less -
Em C G D
Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left.
Em
Now you're blessed amongst all women,
C
Now a man who's very good,
G D
He tells you how you feel until your life is understood,
Em C
And he leads you through it arm in arm as though
G D
There was a map to guide the way.
Em C
Now you write because you love him, now you write because he's kind,
G D
You write so much, you look up and you wrote yourself behind,
Em C G D
And you're standing in a labyrinth of paper and the map has been erased.
Em C
But you're blessed -
G D
Just to be, more or less -
Em C G D
Standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left.
Em C
Are you blessed?
G D
Just to be, more or less?
Em C G D
Now you're standing in the afterglow of rapture, but there is no rapture left.
instrumental part repeats: Em C G D
Em C
Oh come, and we will celebrate the things that make us real,
G D
The things that break us open, and the things that make us feel
Em C
Like these accidental meetings up and partings of the way
G D
Are not so much our choice but in the blood of how we're made,
Em C
It's like the way I have to write down almost everything I see,
G D
So that the record does obscure the thing the record used to be,
Em
And I know I'm not unlucky,
C G D
I was just born this way.
Em C G D
But I'm blessed.
Em C
Now a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles,
G D
The baby born with teeth looks at its mother and it smiles,
Em
And we all fall down
C G D
Like wind blows through the paper forest.
Em C
And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles,
G D
The baby born with teeth looks at its mother and smiles,
Em
And we all fall down
C G D
As wind blows through the paper forest.
Em C
And a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisle
G D
Alarm clock fingers turn they're counting seconds like they're miles
Em C G
And you say, "wake up now, 'cause I can see no paper forest.