The Quiet Crowd

Would you rather be more than the things that you sayOr just be the words that you sing to yourself in your headWhen nobody's aroundOr would you rather be a part of the crowd or just a single soundWaiting to be heardDo you know what I meanWell you could be one of the lovers or liarsHiding all the things that they do on the back of their handsWell it's just you and me'Cause everybody's got a little wrong in all the right placesJust depends on where you areWhile you're hanging aroundBa ba babababab...Dear Mr. Quiet who's got so much to saySo much more than all of the sleeping paradeIf I could tie up a string to your mouths and make you screamAll of the things that you keep to your selfI'd love to get to know you betterDear Mr. Quiet I'd love to get to know you betterWhen nobody's aroundWhile we're all staring at the end of the worldWill everybody have their hands on their head while they sayWell I told you soWhile everybody's walking their own way through the quiet crowdAll thinking the same old thingsIf they only knew