Funny how you can say so much,
Whilst saying nothing at all.
Isn’t it nice every once in a while,
To just sit, smile and stare at the wall?
Just the idle chatter of others,
The occasional turn of a page.
If things were any quieter,
You’d think this all was staged.
The quietest things can speak volumes,
Time has proved this true.
And there’s nowhere I’d rather be right now,
Then here in silence with you.
