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 wrong in all the right places
Just depends on where you are while you're hanging around
Ba babababa 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
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