Miracle of Sound - The lucky ones

^Em Dull windows de^Gliver no lights Under the^D soft cinders, the ^Adimming of life We crawl in^Em cold canyons, ^Gdeep cuts between The giants^D still standing over ^Crabid ravines

^Em Still city ^Gsleeps in sheets of ^Dash and ^Asnow ^Em Grey sky, it ^Gweeps over the ^Dfading ^Bglow

^Em Are we the ^Glucky ones ^DClinging on to ^Amlife ^Em Are we the ^Glucky ones Ducking ^Dout of the lines of ^Csight

^Em The last few ^Gleaves waiting to ^Dfall Seems fortune's ^Cfrozen for us ^Eall

^Em Grave journeys keep ^Gtaking their toll All of these^D small mercies con^Ageal in the cold State of the^Em dead empire, sub^Gmit to the grip Of all these^D bred vampires, a ^Cgrim leadership

^Em Unstable ^Gcells in concrete ^Dveins still ^Asurge ^Em All of us ^Gbear the scars of ^Dnature's ^Bpurge

^Em Are we the ^Glucky ones ^DClinging on to ^Amlife ^Em Are we the ^Glucky ones Ducking ^Dout of the lines of ^Csight ^Em Dividing ^Gone by one Finding ^Dfavor on the edge of the ^Amknife ^Em Are we the ^Glucky ones ^DClinging on, ^Cclinging on to ^Emlife The last few ^Gleaves waiting to ^Dfall Seems fortune's ^Cfrozen for us ^Eall

^{E G#m G D}Frozen for us ^Eal^G#ml ^{A F E}