Intro: F F Dm Dm 

Dm 
Drip, drip, drop, bit by bit 
         D# 
It's the dulcet sound of the glacial melt 
F 
Accompanied by the Beluga 

Singing about the hand they've been dealt 
Dm         D#              F 
The Emperor and the Arctic Fox listen intently 

A#                    C                               A# 
"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life" 
                 C 
He says, meaning misfortune 
A#                    C 
"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life" 
Dm D#      F 
"Lost in myopia 
               Dm D#      F 
(Yes, they're) Lost in myopia" 



[Refrão]

Dm7                          A# 
Surrounded by ostriches with mouths full of sand 
F 
Their teeth grind the grains, but their faces don't contort 
Dm7                       A# 
Perplexed, I am unable to breathe in their skin 
F 
We are all vertebrates, but where is their backbone now? 



[Refrão]

A#                    C                               A# 
"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life" 
                 C 
He says, meaning misfortune 
A#                    C                               A# 
"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life" 
                 C 
He says, meaning misfortune 


[Pós-Refrão]

Dm             D# 
As the Emperor watches his numbers plummet 
F             D# 
They hear him scream 

                   Gm                  Cm       D# 
"They're living in denial (Of science, science, science) 
                 Gm               Cm       D# 
They're happy to defile (Silence, silence, silence) 
                        Gm                  Cm       D# 
Yeah, they're living in denial (Of science, science, science) 
                 Gm               Cm       D# 
They're happy to defile (Silence, silence, silence)" 



[Refrão]
 
A#                    C                               A# 
"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life" 
                 C 
He says, meaning misfortune 



[Verso 2]
 
Dm7                         A# 
Deprived is the polar bear, grasping at straws 
F 
To safeguard dividends they depend on disbelief 
Dm7                       A# 
Perplexed, I am unable to breathe in their skin 
F 
We are all vertebrates, but where is their backbone now? 



[Refrão]
 
A#                    C                               A# 
"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life" 
                 C 
He says, meaning misfortune 
A#                    C                               A# 
"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life" 
                 C 
He says, meaning misfortune 



[Pós-Refrão]

Dm             D# 
As the Emperor watches his numbers plummet 
F             D# 
They hear him scream 

                   Gm                  Cm       D# 
"They're living in denial (Of science, science, science) 
                 Gm               Cm       D# 
They're happy to defile (Silence, silence, silence) 
                        Gm                  Cm       D# 
Yeah, they're living in denial (Of science, science, science) 
                 Gm               Cm       D# 
They're happy to defile (Silence, silence, silence)"