Be Quiet

When the words have finally run out

I shall place these hands upon this mouth

For talking made a distant life

So I'd rather be quiet

I'd rather be quiet

Even if it isn't torture

I would rather drown than be drowning

And if it isn't honest, then it isn't worth the breath

I'll hold it instead

I'll hold it instead

I'll spend the next year in bed

If I can't get my way

They might say I've given in

But I've given up and there's a difference

And when the words I lost are found

I'll move these hands away and speak them out

Out-out-out-out

Out-out-out-out

Out-out-out-out, woo-woo

I'll spend the next year in bed

If I can't get my way

Ah-ah-ah-ah, woo-woo

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah, woo-woo

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah