One-chord Complaint – Edith Frost – letras

There is no comfort soFamiliar as the silenceInasmuch as we touchWe understand each otherAs for us we’ve becomeSurrounded by the silenceRefugees from our dreamsWe didn’t dare surrenderI would not love for naughtHe never seemed to feel itSometimes i wish that iCould be content without countingStill my words won’t be heardAbove the crowd i’m playin’And my words stand unheardThey’ll disappear to silence