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