Quiet
It was a cruelty to your call
To your indifferent demeanor
Tell me I am wrong
I always like to feel your fever
And I watched you tremble
Heartbeat skipping vinyl
Holding words you wouldn't say
Now that choice is final
You, you, you, you've got that kind of quiet that can kill
You, you, you've got that kind of quiet
Quiet
And I was waiting for confession
A letter of some reprieve
Maybe just a mention
Of something that you learned from me
You, you, you, you've got that kind of quiet
The tire tracks are gone
But I swear the dust still lingers
It hangs from dusk til dawn
And the dark recalls your fingers
And I love the way you looked at the world
Tell you all it's all your own
But now I'm left here
Now I'm left here
Wondering where I went wrong
You, you, you, you've got that kind of quiet that can kill
You, you, you've got that kind of quiet
Quiet
And I was waiting for confession
A letter of some reprieve
Maybe just a mention
Of something that you learned from me
You, you, you, you've got that kind of quiet
I was begging for confession
A letter of some reprieve
Maybe just a mention
Was there nothing that you took from me
You you've got that kind of quiet kill
Oh you, you've got that kind of quiet that can kill
It's killing you
You've got that kind of quiet that can kill
It's killing me
To your indifferent demeanor
Tell me I am wrong
I always like to feel your fever
And I watched you tremble
Heartbeat skipping vinyl
Holding words you wouldn't say
Now that choice is final
You, you, you, you've got that kind of quiet that can kill
You, you, you've got that kind of quiet
Quiet
And I was waiting for confession
A letter of some reprieve
Maybe just a mention
Of something that you learned from me
You, you, you, you've got that kind of quiet
The tire tracks are gone
But I swear the dust still lingers
It hangs from dusk til dawn
And the dark recalls your fingers
And I love the way you looked at the world
Tell you all it's all your own
But now I'm left here
Now I'm left here
Wondering where I went wrong
You, you, you, you've got that kind of quiet that can kill
You, you, you've got that kind of quiet
Quiet
And I was waiting for confession
A letter of some reprieve
Maybe just a mention
Of something that you learned from me
You, you, you, you've got that kind of quiet
I was begging for confession
A letter of some reprieve
Maybe just a mention
Was there nothing that you took from me
You you've got that kind of quiet kill
Oh you, you've got that kind of quiet that can kill
It's killing you
You've got that kind of quiet that can kill
It's killing me
Credits
Writer(s): Nash Megan Lynn
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