G G C G D G


[Verse 1]
G                      C
Happiness is somewhere I have been before-
G                   C
A blurry photograph that I have since ignored
G
I'll carefully adjust the aperture once more
G               D      G
Until I set the record straight
G                         C
I'll brush aside the dim, make room for the bright
G                        C
I'll be an editor, no, a curator of light
G
I'll let my better angels always set me right
G            D       G
Until I even out the score
G            D       G
Until I even out the score


[Chorus]
C           Em
God, it has been quite a year-
G                       D
I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more
C                Em
I know that I've asked it before
G                        D              G
But please let the scale tip here in my favor


[Verse 2]
G                          C
What was once the sweetest melody I've heard
G               C
Is now a memory reduced to little words
G
I'll tune the orchestra and play the overture
G                D     G
Until I pinpoint every note
G
Give me the heart of an archeologist
                       C
That I may dig until I prove that I exist
G              C
A subterranean cathedral in my midst
G           D       G
Where echos come to rest
G           D       G
Where echos come to rest
G                   D       G
Is this where echos come to rest?


[Chorus]
C           Em
God, it has been quite a year-
G                   D
I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more
C                Em
I know that I've asked it before
G                        D              G
But please let the scale tip here in my favor


[Interlude]
C Em G D
C Em G D
G


[Outro]
G               D      G
Until I set the record straight
G               D      G
Until I set the record straight
G                   D      G
Until I can set the record straight