(a sort of finger-picking motion on the guitar. idk how to describe it)
C Am
when i die, i'll retire
F G
all my songs to the sea
C Am
and i'll see then
F G
what she'll make of me.
C G
and everything is so big
Am G
and i am so small
C G
but i want to believe
Am F
that i might make a sound when i fall.

(single strum)
Am G F
one last lonesome sound when i fall.
Am G
one sweet, dismal song then
F C (resume finger-picky)
nothing at all.