The Quiet Chorus Lyrics

What does the head attached to the hand of fate look like?

What of the body of Christ?

I cry all the time but I never shed a tear

It’s the happy kind most of the time

Life is a waiting room

The more you wait the longer it takes

If you listen hard enough

You might just find the silence

Oh how violent is time

There’s a quiet body housing a psycho mind

Tumbling down every nine to five

Hitting every minute along the way

It hurts

Where do people go in times of need?

How do you feed a million hungry souls?

The quiet chorus

The whisper verse

The childhood choir

The girl who never leaves her piano

A mother and child going out into the world

The world’s on fire

The world’s on fire

The world’s on fire

The world’s on fire

If you listen hard enough

You might just find the silence

Oh how violent is time

There’s a quiet body housing a psycho mind

Tumbling down every nine to five

Hitting every minute along the way

But it’s okay