I've been caught in a trap I set for myself I don't want to be here when you could be somewhere else So why'd I sit on my hands like a book on a shelf Where only dust is falling? Everyone 'round here lives in silence
If I had something to say I'd say what I mean How'd you lose all your words? I swear it's obscene, I curse How'd you look at yourself as the mirror turns green? Yeah, only the fools ignore us Everyone 'round here lives in silence
I could wait all my life for someone to think I can't open your eyes but I can make you blink at me So please don't try to be nice, don't need your advice Please leave me to die of boredom Everyone 'round here lives in silence
Silence They wait for the end Silence They bow and they bend Silence Their homes they defend Silence
Compositores: Ian Thomas Ball, Paul Blackburn, Thomas William Gray (Thomas Gray), Benjamin Joseph Ottewell (Ben Ottewell), Oliver James Peacock (Oliver Peacock) ECAD: Obra #20464588 Fonograma #2222358