Sitting on the bed next to the window Like a curling billboard drawn in greasy ink If silence is a crime then you're in trouble Your photographs are cracked and faded pink
The way you can't remember how you got here Reminds you that they still don't have a clue If silence is a crime then you're in trouble Because you say nothing no you never do
You just want to make a difference So you don't want this you don't want this anymore But you can never find the right words For a one-way ticket out
Sitting on the bed next to the window Makes you wonder will this ever change If silence is a crime then you're in trouble But words are sometimes hard to rearrange
They turn you on they turn you off You stare at your shoes They can't get enough It's on the tip of your tongue You must recall you never needed words at all You're just speechless now you're only speechless now When you're ready to speak just let us know
