The Death Of Silence
Maintaining radio silence
Keeping a low profile
Facing a world of white noise
Just became a trial
Talking all the time
Do they ever pause for breath?
There’ll be no minutes silence
For silence and its death
Now everyone’s a publisher
And there’s ‘no less said the better’
What is and isn’t worth saying
Hardly seems to matter
Everybody wants to tell you everything
There’s no mystery anymore
Everybody feels the need to confess
I just wish they’d tell me less
Everybody wants to tell you everything
There’s no mystery anymore
Everybody feels the need to confess
I just wish they’d tell me less
Maintaining radio silence
Keeping a low profile
As the noise around me increased
I became more quiet
