Intro: x4 verse 1: The flowers have wilted on the sill And words have been kept so small and still And yet if the great opinion speaks Then sadly we nod our heads and agree Barely a mention of your name On deaf ears a distant whisper (Hold) Whatever no one gets it Chorus 1: It's already overdue you will not be heard by many now But I'll always be amazed be every sound your ever made Post Chorus: