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
Ba ba babababab
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