[00:19.39]Would you rather be more than things that you say?
[00:24.33]Or just be the words that you sing to yourself in your head?
[00:32.12]When nobody's around...
[00:37.56]Or would you rather be a part of the crowd or just a single sound?
[00:42.99]Waiting to be heard...
[00:50.72]Do you know what I mean?
[00:56.96]Well you could be one of the lovers or liars
[01:01.51]Hiding all the things that you do in the back of their heads
[01:09.13]Well it's just you and me
[01:15.25]Cause everybody's got a little wrong in all the right places
[01:21.41]
[01:21.91]Just depends on where you are
[01:27.90]Are you hanging around-ound-ound?
[02:07.28]Bum, badum badumpa dum badumpa dum, etc
[02:20.08]
[02:26.19]Dear Mister Quiet who's got so much say
[02:31.00]So much more than all of the sleeping parade
[02:35.62]If I could tie up a string to your mouth and make you scream
[02:41.23]All of the things you keep to yourself
[02:47.72]I'd love to get to know you better
[02:53.03]Dear Mister Quiet Man
[02:57.52]I'd love to get to know you better
[03:07.38]When nobody's around...
[03:13.25]Well now we're all staring at the end of the world
[03:17.74]Everybody had their hands on their head while they sang
[03:25.79]Well I told you so
[03:28.48]While everybody's walking their own way through the quiet crowd
[03:39.64]All thinking the same old things
[03:45.13]If only they knew...

Would you rather be more than 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 you do in the back of their heads
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
Are you hanging around-ound-ound?
Bum, badum badumpa dum badumpa dum, etc
Dear Mister Quiet who's got so much say
So much more than all of the sleeping parade
If I could tie up a string to your mouth and make you scream
All of the things you keep to yourself
I'd love to get to know you better
Dear Mister Quiet Man
I'd love to get to know you better
When nobody's around...
Well now we're all staring at the end of the world
Everybody had their hands on their head while they sang
Well I told you so
While everybody's walking their own way through the quiet crowd
All thinking the same old things
If only they knew...