Quiet Crowd

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 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

Bum, ba-dum-bum-bum-ba

Ba-dum-bum-bum-ba

Bum, bum, ba-dum-bum-ba, da-da-da-da

Ba-dum-bum-bum-ba

Ba-dum-bum-bum-ba

Bum, bum, ba-dum-bum-ba, da-da-da-da

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 yourself

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