INTRO: D G D G D G D In the eyes of the world, your touch is like gold G G Your reputation's so cool and cruel and controlled Dsus2 You count your money in your prison tower Em D G Made of concrete, glass, and steel Dsus2 Feeling cosy in the hollow warmth Em A D Of another business deal G D You've climbed your way to the top, but lately it seems G A G That there's a hole in the heart of the American dream, woah, oh oh oh Dsus2 Sitting pretty in your trophy room Em D G With your shining souvenirs Dsus2 That just remind you of the wasted time Em A D And the lateness of the years CHORUS: Is that all? G D Is that all there is? Is that all? G D There must be more than this G D In the eyes of the world, your touch is like gold G A G Your reputation's so cool and cruel and controlled, woah, oh oh oh Dsus2 In a moment it could all be gone Em D G In the twinkling of an eye Dsus2 Then what's your pile of precious pride worth then Em D A D If you've never wondered why CHORUS: Is that all? G D Is that all there is? Is that all? G D There must be more than this Is that all? G D Is that all there is? Is that all? G There must be more than this OUTRO: (## repeat and fade ##) D More than this G Is that all there is? D All there is G Is that all there is? D All there is G Is that all there is?