Seat next to me is always last to take
They're near me with all the words unspoken
And here am I, keep holding my mistakes
But desperate for this silence to be broken
Gonna sell my sails on a sale
Gonna rip my shirt as well
Tale is old. But is it a tale?
I asked. But no one could tell
Will there be [Am]empty silence in my [A]ɾoom
Will someone say I'm missed and [Bm]I'm needed
Untold while I'm still here to [C7]keep me sane
But here am I, ɾemaining undefeated
Gonna sell my [A]sails on [C7]a sale
Gonna ɾip my [A]shirt as well
Tale is old. But is it a tale?
I asked. But no one could tell
Tale is old. But is it a tale?
I asked. But no one could tell
Tale is old. But is it a tale?
I asked. But no one could tell
Tale is old. But is it a tale?
I asked. But no one could tell
Tale is old. But is it a tale?
I asked. But no one could tell