F
When the world welcomes us in,
Dm                   C          Bb          F
We’re closer to Heaven than we’ll ever know.
F
They say this place has changed,
      Dm        C           Bb      F                   
But strip away all of the technology
             Am
And you will see
     Bb         C
That we all are hunters,
Dm                              C         F     
Hunting for something that will make us okay.

F                       Dm      C
Here we lay alone in hospital beds,
        Bb              F
Tracing life in our heads;

                Am
But all that is left
        Bb              C          Dm           
Is that this was our entrance and now it’s our exit,
C                    F
As we find our way home.

        Bb    C            Dm
All the blood and all the sweat
       C    Bb     C      F     
That we invested to be loved
        Bb  C            Dm
Follows us    into our end,
 C          Bb    C      F
Where we begin to understand

F                       Bb
That we are made of love,
                    F           
And all the beauty stemming from it.
                Bb      
We are made of love,
                    F                    C      
And every fracture caused by the lack of it.
                F
“You were a million years of work,”
      Dm          C            Bb        F      
Said God and His angels, with needle and thread.
                  Am        Bb
They kissed your head and said,
           Dm               C   
“You’re a good kid and you make us proud.
     Bb           C            Dm         C     
So just give your best and the rest will come,
                    F           
And we’ll see you soon.”


        Bb    C            Dm
All the blood and all the sweat
       C    Bb     C      F     
That we invested to be loved
        Bb  C            Dm
Follows us    into our end,
 C          Bb    C      F
Where we begin to understand

F              Bb         F
That maybe Hollywood was right:
            Dm          C               Bb         F    
When the credits have rolled and the tears have dried,
      Dm         C             Bb        F              
The answers that we have been dying to find
    Dm             C          Bb
Are all pieced together and, somehow,
                Dm   Bb    F      Bb              C     
Made perfectly mine.    mine, mine, made perfectly  mine
F                   Bb  
We are made of love,
                        F
And all the beauty stemming from it.
                 Bb
We are made of love,
                        F                    C
And every fracture caused by the lack of love.
         Bb             F
Caused by the lack of love