One-chord Complaint

There is no comfort so 
Familiar as the silence 
Inasmuch as we touch 
We understand each other 

As for us we've become 
Surrounded by the silence 
Refugees from our dreams 
We didn't dare surrender 

I would not love for naught 
He never seemed to feel it 
Sometimes i wish that i 
Could be content without counting 

Still my words won't be heard 
Above the crowd i'm playin' 
And my words stand unheard 
They'll disappear to silence