The Silent Type

She's the silent type
She likes it better out of sight
You can try and try with all your might
But she's the silent type

She's the quiet type
Why does she turn your knuckles white?
You can pry and pry with all your might
But she's the silent type

So, you get busy trying to get inside her head
And you get dizzy hanging on to scraps she said
She looks right through you and all you see is red...

Ahh, the silent night
Her noise is white
Her noise is white
Ahh, the silent type
Her noise is white
Her noise is white

She's not your type
She puts lemons in your limelight
You can cry and cry with all your might
But she's the silent type

So, you get busy trying to get inside her head
And you get crazy hearing all that isn't said
She looks right through you and you hit the wall instead...

Ahh, the silent night...

Ahh, the silent night...



Credits
Writer(s): Victor Gailiunas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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