Hey you,
you don't seem as loud
as the rest of the crowd.
Don't you
find it kinda lame
that I don't know your name yet?
And most of the words are just floating around,
but the feeling is such that I must make a sound.
and all the time I spend with you it all goes to waste now,
and whenever I'm with you I just want a taste of.
Pouring out my soul again,
the sound of twenty million men.
The way that I believe in makes
me bound to do the same mistakes.