The Quiet Man

I'll be your quiet man, I'll be what's not said
I'll be the white noise giving you no choice
I'll be the voices in your head
I'll be the nightmares that do not have meaning
I'll be the sleep you no longer keep
I'll be whatever you're dreaming

When you cry I'll dry all of your tears
When you cry I'll dry all of your tears
I'll dry all of your tears

I'll be the photograph face down on your dresser
I'll be the lies in that you confide
I'll be your priest and confessor

When you cry I'll dry all of your tears
When you cry I'll dry all of your tears
I'll dry all of your tears

There's a heart on your sleeve you know you'll never leave
As that panic sets in, don't know where to begin
All the tears that you cry search a new alibi
As walls start to crumble and fall
The walls start crumbling, all

When you cry I'll dry all of your tears
When you cry I'll dry all of your tears
I'll dry all of your tears