Dissonance surrounds me like a hungry line circling.
Dissonance sneaks under my pillow to haunt my dreams.
Dissonance is there.
So is harmony, a way of in the distance, but she’s there.
Harmony. Smooths the rough ridges of a dissonant life.
Dissonance surrounds me like a hungry line circling.
Dissonance sneaks under my pillow to haunt my dreams.
Dissonance is there.
So is harmony, a way of in the distance, but she’s there.
Harmony. Smooths the rough ridges of a dissonant life.
