Apologies to the Five Stairsteps.
Silence is its Own Reward
To sit in silence is its own reward
After watching it all meltdown wrapped in the telephone cord
To break the silence now would be a misstep
After wading through the treachery to the place where lies are kept
Sooner or later things are gonna get easier
Sooner or later we'll be alright
Face in the mirror seems unrecognizable but
Tells me to prepare for a fight
We band together then we fall apart
We travel farther, then we bleed from the heart
We draw conclusions about what and where and when
A vehicle approaches and we scatter like craven businessmen
@nancyrost Feb 2022
That guitar riff is delicious! Love those steely ascending chords. Especially when it's transposed at the end - gorgeous!
Telephone cord, I remember those.
Mysterious lyric with a great sound.