quiet crowd

Patrick Watson

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

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