We’ve been waiting years
anxious to be filled
with overwhelming sounds
hidden underground.
A splendid gentle voice
is burning in our ears,
spreading all around
as we disappear.
In this quiet, lonely town,
we’ll hide in the crowd
and the world won’t need us,
until we say so.
Now we sing along,
a mellow simple song,
to remain in peace
and dry out our tears.
At the crack of dawn,
we should love again,
running through the night,
as long as we stand.
In this quiet, lonely town,
we’ll hide in the crowd
and the world won’t need us
until we say so.
We may disappear
for another day,
in a passing dream
where we sing again.
In this quiet, lonely town,
we’ll hide in the crowd
and the world won’t need us
until we say so.