May Sense Prevail
Soft rock I guess…
Written in Slovenia… the title’s maybe a futile wish that our politicians might see some sense for once. No chance, I fear…
words and music by Martin Stirrup 2019
HBD 10 May sense prevail
|G |Em C |G |Em C |
|Em |D |Em |A |
|Em |D |
Have more confidence your mind is not so frail
Give up that futile searching for that Holy Grail
Seek out the simple truths that hide behind the veil
May sense prevail
May sense prevail
|E |A E |D |G |
| E |A E |F# |B |
| E |A E |D |G |
| E |A E |A G |F |F
Complications coming thick and fast
Sensory overload
Everything just leaves you aghast
Comprehension slowed
Looking for a way to survive
Surface through the flood
Scared about what's next to arrive
Scared there will be blood
Everything that you believed
Crumbles into dust
Use the truth now to deceive
All turns to rust
Good and bad are juxtaposed
Turmoil in your brain
Logic swirls in flux and goes
Sliding down the drain
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