Tone: [C]
Intro:
[C] [F] [C] [F]
Verse 1:
[F]They paint the walls with
colors that you're not meant to no[C]notice.
B[G]Beiges and browns, off-whites and grayscales,
F[F]Fluorescent lights to shine on the eggshell gr[C]ground.
Now you're lying face d[G]down,
You blend into the backgr[F]background,
Of white n[C]noise. [F]
Verse 2:
[F]They fill the halls with tunes you can't get into your h[C]head.
4[G]4/4 and Dorian, wrote 'em for ignoring 'em, yeah
It s[F]sorta sounds like a retro top 40 but wr[C]wrong.
You're not meant to sing al[G]along,
It isn't that kind of s[F]song,
It's white n[C]noise. [F]
Pre-Chorus:
But.[Dm].. if you listen c[G7]losely I sw[Dm]ear,
To God, I sw[G7]swear.
[Dm] You can hear the ocean if you
H[G7]Hold it up to your ear, here
Chorus:
[C]White n[F]noise...
-If you listen close between the wa[C]waves.-
White n[F]noise...
-You can hear the ocean through your w[C]wake.-
White n[F]noise...
-If you listen close between the wa[C]waves.-
White n[F]noise...
-You can hear the o[F]ocean through your w[C]wake.-
Instrumental:
[C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [C]
Bridge:
[F]Check one, two. Check one, two.
[C]It's high-fidelity, lossless quality.
[F]It's MP, one, two, three, four, five, f-l-a-c.
[C]It's polyphonic, the new Philharmonic,
With a J[F]Juilliard doctorate, live from the Metropolitan.
[C]It's theoretically dense, it's impressive.
[F]It's microtonal, and it challenges Western
[C]notions of art, it's post-avant-garde.
[F]It's going places 'cause it comes from the heart.
And [C]it's personality's a lack of identity,
[F]It makes no statement, but does so quite loudly.
[C]It's an aesthetic, I mean, an anesthetic.
And i[F]it's an experience for your seventh sense, yes.
[C]Does it cure cancer? -Yes, it cures cancer!-
[F]Wow! It begs the question just to tell you the answer.
[C]Do you believe in the power of silence?
Well, if y[F]you walk the walk, can you talk more-
-Shh!- Quiet.
Chorus:
[C]White n[F]noise...
-If you listen close between the wa[C]waves.-
White n[F]noise...
-You can hear the ocean through your w[C]wake.-
White n[F]noise...
-If you listen close between the wa[C]waves.-
White n[F]noise...
-You can hear the o[F]ocean through your w[C]wake.-
Verse 3:
[F]You fill your head with thoughts you find you can't even f[C]feel.
T[G]Try to make room in your skull, but it's full of them.
A[F]All of the things that you think and then think about thi[C]thinking.
I know it's h[G]hard.
But they're not who you a[F]are,
They're white no[C]noise.