Quiet Crowd - Patrick Watson

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