No Words chords

Capo 1

[Em] [Am] [G] [D7]

Spoken:
the computational theory of mind states that thoughts are just data, sent and received
and if the mind is a machine who can say, what does any of it mean?

[PRE-CHORUS]
if I could [Em]get it down on paper we could [Am]try to decode
but I[G]’m composed to concepts and thou[D7]ghts that don’t flow
if you could l[Em]ook in my eyes, see what I’m th[Am]inking you’d know
that the word[G]s are there, I swe[D7]ar

[VERSE 1]
but they’re s[Em]hapes and sounds and co[Am]lors in the sunrise,
they’re a h[G]aze that doesn’t transla[D7]te
"stop stal[Em]ling, spit it out!” it’s on the ti[Am]p of my tongue
if on[G]ly I could articul[D7]ate

there’s some[Em]thing to be said for "some p[Am]eace of mind”
but I’m w[G]ay past that now unless the st[D7]ars align
it’s like the m[Em]ore I try to focus the l[Am]ess I can see
is it my ha[G]rdware that’s damaged? is something [D7]wrong with me?

[PRE-CHORUS]
if I could [Em]get it down on paper we could [Am]try to decode
but I[G]’m composed to concepts and thou[D7]ghts that don’t flow
if you could l[Em]ook in my eyes, see what I’m th[Am]inking you’d know
that the word[G]s are there, I swe[D7]ar

[CHORUS]
and I [Em]have to be a living thinking be[Am]ing, I have to be
but the m[G]usic in my mind is so al[D7]ien to me
it makes me[Em]aning so coherent in a lan[Am]guage I don’t speak
but the w[G]ords are there, I swea[D7]r
I get an[Em]gry sometimes when it’s bad,[Am] late at night
when the de[G]mons decide they’re gonna[D7] put up a fight
when the [Em]white noise is stifling any t[Am]hought I thought I had
the w[G]ords were there, I [D7]swear

[VERSE 2]
I’m al[Em]ready foggy, guess i’ll drown i[Am]t in smoke
I tell you [G]"I’m not an addict I’m ju[D7]st trying to cope”
but co[Em]ping isn’t calming I’m so fucki[Am]ng high strung
I just wann[G]a take it easy but my min[D7]d’a gotta run

i’d lo[Em]ve to say "no worries” but I’m [Am]high and alone
and I ha[G]ven’t got the words i need to pi[D7]ck up the phone
I gu[Em]ess I’ll be okay if I can sta[Am]ll the defeat
for now my [G]fingers work the strings and I’m still k[D7]eeping a beat

[PRE-CHORUS]
if I could [Em]get it down on paper we could [Am]try to decode
but I[G]’m composed to concepts and thou[D7]ghts that don’t flow
if you could l[Em]ook in my eyes, see what I’m th[Am]inking you’d know
that the word[G]s are there, I swe[D7]ar

[CHORUS 2]
and I [Em]have to be a living thinking be[Am]ing, I have to be
but the m[G]usic in my mind is still[D7] alien to me
it writes v[Em]erses out poetic in a code[Am] that I can't read
but the w[G]ords are there, I swea[D7]r
I get nu[Em]mber sometimes when it’s bad[Am] , late at night
when the de[G]mons decide that I'm wron[D7]g and they're right
when the [Em]ststic is stifling I want onl[Am]y to scream
but t[G]he words are there,[D7] I swear

[VERSE]
but they’re s[Em]hapes and sounds and co[Am]lors in the sunrise,
they’re a h[G]aze that doesn’t transla[D7]te
"stop stal[Em]ling, spit it out!” it’s on the ti[Am]p of my tongue
if on[G]ly I could articul[D7]ate

[PRE-CHORUS 2]
if I could [Em]get it down on paper we could [Am]try to decode
but I[G]’m composed to theories and thou[D7]ghts that don’t flow
if you'd see i[Em]nto my mind, to what I'm thinki[Am]ng you’d know
that the word[G]s are there, I swe[D7]ar

Spoken:
(chords repeat)
but meaning is subjective, it’s just processing thought.
just input and output, neurons firing shot
the words are there, I swear

but if nothing has a meaning maybe everything does,
maybe we all like to label everything just because
it’s easier to deal with in semantics we know,
without the comfort of language thoughts are white noise and snow.
and without labels there’s way too much for our words to define,
it’s all feelings and data untethered to time...
the words are there, I swear.

[PRE-CHORUS 2]
if I could [Em]get it down on paper we could [Am]try to decode
but I[G]’m composed to theories and thou[D7]ghts that don’t flow
if you'd see i[Em]nto my mind, to what I'm thinki[Am]ng you’d know
that the word[G]s are there, I swe[D7]ar

the words are there, I swear