I remember Sunday mornings
Mornings when the world was still
Still and silent, silent spaces
Spaces where my heart could heal
Heal and breathe, breathe in the quiet
Quiet that I used to know
Know before the constant humming
Humming everywhere I go

Broken silence, broken silence
All around me, all around
Sound and fury, sound and fury
Peace is nowhere to be found
Broken silence, broken silence
In my head and in my bones
Where's the quiet, where's the quiet
That once felt like coming home?

Traffic rushing, rushing, rushing
Never stops, it never sleeps
Sleeps like I did in the meadows
Meadows where the grass grew deep
Deep and green, green and peaceful
Peaceful as a prayer unsaid
Said before the air grew heavy
Heavy with the noise instead

Broken silence, broken silence
All around me, all around
Sound and fury, sound and fury
Peace is nowhere to be found
Broken silence, broken silence
In my head and in my bones
Where's the quiet, where's the quiet
That once felt like coming home?

Aching for the aching stillness
Stillness that I knew before
Before the engines, before the sirens
Sirens at my bedroom door
Door that used to let in bird songs
Bird songs in the morning light
Light that danced, danced without worry
Worry keeping me awake at night

Broken silence, broken silence
All around me, all around
Sound and fury, sound and fury
Peace is nowhere to be found
Broken silence, broken silence
In my head and in my bones
Where's the quiet, where's the quiet
That once felt like coming home?

I remember Sunday mornings
Mornings when the world was still
Still and silent, silent spaces
Spaces that I'm searching for still