Tim Minchin - Quiet - matilda the musical

^GmHave you ever wondered, well I have. About how when I^Ab say, say red, for example. There's no way o^Gmf knowing if red means the same thing in your head ^AbAs red means in my head. When someone says red ^GmAnd how if we are travelling at, almost the speed of light,^Ab and we're holding a light That light will still^Gm travel away from us At the full speed of ^Ablight, which seems right in a way What I'm trying to sa^Cmy, I'm not sure But I wonder if inside my^A head I'm not just a bit different from some of my ^Bbfriends These answers that c^Gome into my mind unbi^Cdden These stories de^Alivered to me fully w^Dmritten! And when everyone shouts like they seem to like ^Ebshouting The noise in my head is incredibly ^Dmloud! And I just wish they'd stop, my Dad and my ^EbMum. And the telly and stories would stop just for ^Conce! And I'm sorry, I'm not quite explaining it ^Emright. But this noise becomes anger and the anger is ^Dblight And its burning inside me would usually ^Fmfade, but it isn't today! And the heat and the ^Dbshouting, and my heart is pounding, And my eyes are ^Ebburning, and suddenly everything, everything is...

^FQuiet ^Am Like silence, but not really si^Flent. ^Gm Just that still sort of ^Bbquiet. Like the sound of a pag^Fe being t^Amurned in a book.^Bb Or a pau^Dmse in a ^Am7walk in the wood^Bbs.

^FQuiet ^Am Like silence, but not really sil^Fent. ^Gm Just that nice kind of q^Bbuiet. Like the sound when you ^Flie upsi^Amde down in your ^Bbbed. Just the^Dm sound of your h^Am7eart in your hea^Bbd.

And though the p^Bbeople around me. Their mouths are still^Bbm moving. ^A7 The words they are formi^Ebng, ^{Gm Bb} Cannot reach me anymore!^{C C7}

And it i^Fs quiet. And I am^Am warm. Like I've s^Dmailed. ^{Am7 Bb F Am Bb}Into the eye of the storm. Dm Am7 Bb