Round and round with same songs That we've always played This dissonance gets resolved Then circles back again
Our discordance has overpowered the clarity of words Still we both keep turning up, fighting to be heard
And maybe one day We'll carve out a space Where the notes can all fall into place And if we learned how, to keep with the beat We could carry on in perfect harmony
There was a time when we'd find some sort of common ground But now it's like, you and I've been playing different songs. Still we both keep turning up, fighting to be heard
