No Answer

[Verso 1]
 
Am                 Em                   F                   C    G 
In the moat of the castle was where the duke of something's wife drowned 
Am                  Em                 F           E  E7 
And the eyes of her portrait seemed to follow him around 
F                          C                F                C 
The bank foreclosed on his dungeon when the duke was late in paying 
    F                   C              F                E   E7 
And now he looks at her picture and he seems to hear it saying 
F          G       F    G 
"What's it like to be alive?" 
 


[Refrão]
 
                 C         Dm 
And she's got no answer to that 
             C                   F 
She's got no answer that she can hear 
       G       C           F        G     C         F     G 
Though she may wonder, she doesn't get an answer 
 


[Verso 2]
 
Am                Em         F              C  G 
Framed in the diorama is the art of the taxidermist 
Am            Em             F               E  E7 
Realistically frozen as it's pouncing with a grimace 
F                       C              F                 C 
Light gleams off of the marbles in the sockets where its eyes were 
    F               C                   F                 E  E7 
And every time they twinkle it's like a question from the tiger 
F          G       F    G 
"What's it like to be alive?" 
 


[Refrão]
 
               C         Dm 
And he gets no answer to that 
           C                F 
He gets no answer, he won't know 
      G      C          F       G      C 
He'll always wonder, he doesn't get an answer 
 


[Ponte]
 
Em        F               C                G 
Close the window when you hear the howling wind 
Em          F             Dm              G        G7 
It's just a query and you mustn't let it in 
 


[Verso 3]
 
Am                  Em                  F               C    G 
On the southeast expressway, where they found the empty stroller 
Am                 Em                  F               E    E7 
Being blown by the traffic through the trash along the shoulder 
F                       C           F             C 
Was it the ghost of somebody who decided not to begin 
    F                      C                 F                  E  E7 
And under the sound of the car horns can you hear a small voice asking 
 F          G       F    G 
"What's it like to be alive?" 
 


[Refrão]
 
                C         Dm 
And there is no answer to that 
            C              F 
There is no answer, no one tells 
      G     C             F     G   C 
There is no answer, there isn't any answer 
F        G      C         Dm 
And they get no answer to that 
            C               F 
They get no answer they can hear 
       G        C             F     G   C 
Though they may wonder, there isn't any answer