God Is In The NumbersCifra

Verso 1:

             G                 Bm7         Am 
I feel this pull to make from clay what I can’t 
                G                 Bm7         Am 
To mangle the unanswerable in the meat of my hands 
               G               Bm7           Am 
To offer as digestible all the shrapnel and sand 
         Cmaj7              G        D 
Like I’m qualified to even be what I am 

Verso 2:

             G              Bm7       Am 
I feel this pull to fill up negative space 
                  G                 Bm7         Am 
To populate the blackness with platitudes & cliches 
                    G              Bm7              Am 
“It’s all so complicated, and your heart, it just breaks” 
         Cmaj7            G            D 
Saying nothing like it’s something to say 



                 Am            Am7 
My friend says, “God is in the numbers' 
             D7 
'And there’s mercy in math' 
      Bm7 
'It’s reality-adherent' 
       Em                E7 
So I’m working with that 
           Am         Am7 
When I get buried in opinion 
          D7 
Caught in narrative frames 
   Bm7 
To simplify the process 
        Em              E7 
Find my answer that way 
   Am7           G              D   D7 
It clarifies & starts to take shape 


Verso 3:

               G            Bm7             Am 
For instance: fifty-one is greater than one 
                       G          Bm7            Am 
And the gap will only widen every day this drags on 
                          G                  Bm7           Am 
And starvation’s still a war crime no matter who you come from 
                    Cmaj7            G          D 
And journalists and children didn’t earn being bombed 

Verso 4:

             G                  Bm7       Am 
I feel this pull to say there’s only one tribe 
               G             Bm7       Am 
Clusters on a seesaw for the disenfranchised 
                G                     Bm7             Am 
You identify imbalance and throw your weight on their side 
          Cmaj7                G          D 
What else  is   there, in the cold, even light 



          Am             Am7 
Of every day I’m always dreading? 
        D7 
I would much sooner hide 
    Bm7 
Surround myself with blinders 
        Em               E7 
Live my comfortable life 
           Am          Am7 
Until some Irish understanding 
      D7 
In my cellular soul 
         Bm7 
Sees the brutal subjugation 
        Em             E7 
And it won’t let me go 
           Am7             G           D  D7 
I’m not an expert, but I know what I know 



Outro 

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Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh 
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Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh 
Cmaj7               G                D7 
 Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh