A      F#m         A            F#m
In time we're all gonna show our age,
like colored birds in a dusty cage,
            D F#m       A             E
and the emptiness from which we came,
will strip us all from our father's names.

Chorus 

             D      A           E         F#m  
And there's nothing lost, and nothing gained,
         D           A             F#m          E
there's nothing different, and nothing's the same,
     Bm                    F#m
but while our hearts will stop and start,
D                   E
two eyes greet the day,
      Bm       D  E        B            F#m B F#m
we'll pay the price we're taught to pay

Verse 2

      A         F#m     A          F#m
When all the tears run down you face,
and all thats left is the pressure under grace,
         D          F#m            A          E
will you arm your self with a cold metal skin,
so one gets out, and no one gets in.