Would you rather be more than the things that you say Or just be the words that you sing to yourself in your head When nobody's around Or would you rather be a part of the crowd or just a single sound Waiting to be heard Do you know what I mean
Well you could be one of the lovers or liars Hiding all the things that they do on the back of their hands Well it's just you and me 'Cause everybody's got a little wrong in all the right places Just depends on where you are While you're hanging around
Dear Mr. Quiet who's got so much to say So much more than all of the sleeping parade If I could tie up a string to your mouths and make you scream All of the things that you keep to your self I'd love to get to know you better Dear Mr. Quiet I'd love to get to know you better
When nobody's around While we're all staring at the end of the world Will everybody have their hands on their head while they say Well I told you so While everybody's walking their own way through the quiet crowd All thinking the same old things If they only knew
