God Is In The Numbers

[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 [Refrão] 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 [Refrão] 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 G Bm7 Am Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh G Bm7 Am Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh G Bm7 Am Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Cmaj7 G D7 Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh