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