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.