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?
Oh you could be one of the lovers or liars,
Hiding all the things that you do on the back of their hands
Well it's just you and me
Cause everybody's got a little room in all the right places,
Just depends on where you are,
Are you hanging around?
Bam...pampam...
Dear Mr. Quiet, who's got so much to say
So much more than all of us [sleeping...]
If I could tie up a string to your mouth, make you scream
All of the things that you keep to yourself
I'd like to get to know you better, Dear Mr. Quiet-(man)
I'd love to get to know you better
And when nobody's around
While we're all staring at the end of the world,
Everybody have their hands on their head while they say,
Well I told you so, oh, oh, oh
While everybody's walking their own way through the quiet crowd
All thinking the same old things
If they only knew...