The Quiet Man

I'll be your quiet man
I'll be what's not said
I'll be the one noise giving you no choice
I'll be the voices in your head

I'll be 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 faced down on your dresser
I'll be the lies 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
You don't know where to begin
All the tears that you cried
Searching you alibi
As the walls start their crumbling fall
As 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