Nortabs

  Instrumental Song


  Am,G.


  [Am]The days in the schoolyard, when the girls was giggeling h[G]igh.
  The frightned boys were screaming, showing teeth so you would [Am]cry.[G]
  [Am]Remember the lonely walking, the hours when the storm came flying in[G]
  the hurted boy was crying, in the middle of a restless w[Am]ind.
  left alone by his own friends, nobody else to be ar[G]ound.

  those were the days of no talking, those were the days of
  instrumental s[Am]ound.


  There was never any sunshine, for a boy who was so afraid
  never dared to speak out loud, told not to be so proud.
  then his hands will be burnt, think of oneself will surely
  kill, chances of gold in the eye. such boy will never come to the sky.
  he was,never that hansom, was never so clever so he would fit in.
  cursed with unlucky skin, not worth the touch at all.
  the true genius is silent, no need to show who you are.
  just walk around and observe how the world will come to an end.