They say that ^Fthese are not the ^Ambest of times, but ^Gmthey're the only ^Bbtimes I've ever ^Fknown, ^{Gm Bb} And I be^Flieve there is a time for medita^Bbtion in cathedrals of our ^Cown. Now I have ^Dmseen that sad surre^Cnder in my ^Bblover's eyes, and ^GI can only stand apart and ^Csympathize. For we are ^Bbalways what our ^Fsituations ^Gmhand us, it's either ^Csadness or ^Bbeuphoria..^Eb.. ^Bb

And so we ^Fargue and we ^Amcompromise, and ^Gmrealize that n^Bbothing's ever chan^Fged, ^{Gm Bb} For all our ^Fmutual experience, our ^Bbseparate conclusions are the ^Csame. Now we are ^Dmforced to reco^Cgnize our inhu^Bbmanity, our r^Geason co-exists with our insa^Cnity. And though we ^Bbchoose between r^Feality and ^Gmmadness, it's either ^Csadness or ^Bbeuphoria.^Eb...^Bb

How ^Dmthoughtlessly we ^Cdissipate our ^Bbenergies, ^Gperhaps we don't fulfill each other's ^Cfantasies? And so we'll ^Bbstand upon the ^Fledges of our ^Gmlives, with our ^Crespective ^Bbsimilarities^Eb, ^Bb It's either ^Csadness or ^Feuphoria....