(Mike Pinder 1970)
1) How is it we are here.. on this path we walk
in this world of point-less fear.. filled with emp-ty talk.
De-scend-ing from the ape as scien-tist priests all think.
Will they save us in the end? we're trem-bling on the brink.....
(Em- 4x's)
2)Men's might-y mine ma-chines dig-ging in the ground
steal-ing rare min-er-als where can they be found.
Con-crete eaves with i-ron doors bur-y it a-gain.
While a starv-ing fright-ened world fills the sea with grain.....
(Bridge):
Her love is like a fire burn-ing in-side.
Her love is so much high-er, can't be de-nied.
She sends us her glo-ry, it's al-ways been there.
Her love's all a-round us, it's been there for you and me to share......
(Em-Am 4x's) (Guitar Solo)
3) (repeat verse 2)
How is it we are here? How is it we are here?
How is it we are here? How is it we are here?