Quiet (From 'Matilda The Musical')

Have (Am)you ev er won dered, well I have, a bout how when (Bb)I say, say “red” for ex am ple, there’s no way of (Am)know ing if “red” means the same thing in your head as (Bb)“red” means in my head when some one says “red”?

And how (Am)if we are tra vel ling at al most the speed of light and we’re hold ing a light, that light would still (Am)tra vel a way from us, at the full speed of (Bb)light?

Which seems right in a way, but I’m try ing to (Bdim)say, I’m not sure, but I won der if in side my (B)head, I’m not just a bit diff ’rent from some of my (C)friends.

These ans wers that (A7)come in to my mind un (D)bid den.

These sto ries de (B)li vered to me ful ly (Em)writ ten.

And when ev ’ry one shouts like they seem to like (F)shout ing the noise in my head is in cred ib ly loud and I just wish they’d stop, my dad and my (F)mum, and the tel ly and sto ries would stop for just (F#)once.

And I’m sor ry I’m not quite ex plain ing it right, but this noise be comes an ger, and the an ger is (Eb)light, and this burn ing in side me would us ual ly fade, but it is n’t to day, and the heat and the (Eb)shout ing, and my heart is pound ing, and my eyes are (F)burn ing, and sud den ly ev ’ry thing, ev ’ry thing is...

(G)Qui et.

Like si lence, but not real ly si lent.

Just that still sort of (C)qui et

like the sounds of a (Em)page be ing (Bm7)turned in a (Cmaj7)book,

or a (Em)pause in a (Bm7)walk in the (C)woods.

(G)Qui et.

Like si lence, but not real ly si lent.

Just that nice kind of (C)qui et

like the sound when you (Em)lie up side (Bm)down in your (Cmaj7)bed.

Just the (Em)sound of your (Bm)heart in your (C)head.

And though the (Cmaj7)peo ple a round me,

their mouths are still (Cm(maj7))mov ing,

the words they are (F)form ing

can not reach me an y (D)more.

And it is (G)qui et

and I am (D)warm

like I’ve (Em)sailed

(C)in to the eye of the (Em)storm.