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