Quiet
Letting the edges go
Would I lose sight of myself in you?
Could I forget
Learn to forgive
And from that mountain view
Would I see myself anew?
Did the music die in the quiet?
Did the music die in the quiet?
Or did it give me room to resonate?
To resonate
When I am hate
If I could resonate
Quiet
A moment's hope to lend
A sign of life, and a second's silence to send
While ends over ends
Whisper their tired suicides down that rope again
Could I mend?
Did the music die in the quiet?
Did the music die in the quiet?
Or did it give me room to resonate?
To resonate
When I am hate
If I could resonate
