You've been stuck waiting,

For what seems a million years.

I'm praying for dulled silence,

But the words are choked by tears.



You've overwhelmed me this time,

Are you happy to know?

Do you like to see me stuttering?

Like to see me sink below?



It's really not your fault,

That you've got me frozen here.

Your perfection leaves me clueless,

So much I want to disappear.



How do I follow your words?

I need to block the sound...

With a guitar I strum,

And a base drums I pound.



There's lyrics in my head,

A chorus in my mind.

The voices of a thousand,

Rising from behind.



Singing, shouting, screaming,

The words I want to speak.

The deaf and the blind,

The strong and the weak.



A rebellion of thoughts,

I'm too afraid to say aloud.

I might myself be fearful,

But here they're shouted high and proud.



My arguments have faltered,

My hands are shaking too.

So I turn on my mind music,

To stop me singing this to you.



I want to tell you so much,

Perhaps give you a slight clue.

But I just turn on my mind music,

To stop me singing this to you.