If looking at a phone would comfort me
If earphones could/would still my thudding heart
I’d have phones hanging off me like a tree
Unlike a vessel in the coastal sea
There is no lifeboat in these foreign parts
So looking at a phone can’t comfort me
For some feel lonely,others feel they’re free
Without the pain of lover’s cruel darts
I feel grief like the leaves ripped off a tree
I am beyond your pity or your reach
Within my mind the sorrow has no chart
So looking at a phone can’t comfort me
What has human suffering got to teach?
That we are apes and clever but not smart?
I feel grief like the leaves ripped off a tree
With wicked thoughts,with evil I won’t flirt
I’d rather lie down in the dust and dirt
If looking at a phone would comfort me
I’d have them ringing like a bell rings free
