Good old Shakespeare said it best
Words without thoughts can’t in heaven rest
The angels will stare
And curse at such things
The devil himself his relishes brings

And the voices are screaming
No words will be heard
We’re screaming our thoughts
But we don’t say a word

And the birds outside are losing their pitch
Talking bout wisemen
And just getting rich

And there’s hearts on the floor
And they’d love to be found
But beating hearts on the floor
Just can’t make a sound
The love is wasted
The words are gone
Where oh where will we now find a home?