^EmTell me a piece of your history ^G that you're proud t^Do call your own ^C ^EmSpeak in words you picked up ^G as you walked throu^Dgh life alone. ^C ^EmWe used to swim in your stories ^G and be pulled down ^Dby their tide, ^C ^Emchoking on the words ^G and drowning with n^Do air inside. ^C

Now you've hit a wal^Cl and it's not your fault ^G my dear^Em, my dear, my dear. ^D Now you've hit a wal^Cl and you've hit it hard, ^G my dear^Em, my dear, oh dear. ^D

^GIt is not enough to ^Cbe dumbstruck; ^D (Can you fill the silence?) ^Gyou must have the words^C in that head of yours. ^D ^GAnd oh, oh, can you feel the s^Cilence? ^D

^G'cause it is not^C enough to be dumbstruck. ^D (Can you fill the silence?)

^EmTell me a piece of your history ^G that you've never ^Dsaid out loud. ^C ^EmPull the rug beneath my feet ^G and shake me to th^De ground. ^C ^EmWrap me around your fingers, ^G break the silenc^De open wide, ^C ^Emand before it seeps into my ears, ^G it fills me up ^Dfrom the inside. ^C

Now you've hit a wal^Cl and you're lost for words, ^G my dear^Em, my dear, my dear. ^D Now you've hit a wal^Cl and you hit it hard ^G my dear^Em, my dear, oh dear. ^D

^GIt is not enough^C to be dumbstruck; ^D (Can you fill this silence?) ^Gyou must have th^Ce words in that head of yours. ^D ^GAnd oh, oh, can ^Cyou feel the silence? ^D

^G'cause it is not^C enough to be dumbstruck. ^D (Can you fill the silence?)

If you giv^Eme it a name, then it's already won. ^C What you good fo^Gr, what you good for? ^D If you giv^Eme it a name, then it's already won. ^C What you good fo^Gr, what you good for? ^D

^GIt is not enough^C to be dumbstruck; ^D (Can you fill this silence?) ^Gyou must have th^Ce words in that head of yours. ^D

^GAnd oh, oh, can y^Cou feel the silence? ^D I can't take it anymore, ^G'cause it is not^C enough to be dumbstruck, o^Dh. ^G

Bastille - The silence