There's No Quiet In Here

8 o'clock, a winter afternoon,
spent here writing my defense,
in a time when noone is around
and nothing makes just sense.

Once you came to me and brought to me
some chance of happiness,
should I say goodbye to all of this
or should I tell you all the rest?

Say what you say, why won't you say now
that you trust myself, won't you turn me down?
And everytime that you held me, did I have to believe
you?
And there's no quiet in here.

And I thought that you could be my friend
that you could understand,
because everything that's in my mind
is always in your head.

So are you playing? Are you thinking?
Are you feelings so misleading?
Well I think I've done the same mistake
When I judged you, I confess.

Say what you say, why won't you say now
that you trust myself, won't you turn me down?
And everytime that you held me, did I have to believe
you?
And there's no quiet in here.

If you could let me show you what I want
there'll be no blind move, there'll be no false songs
if you would just see there's no fear in me,
there's no double-crossing philantropy.
And I can stand down if you want to hide,
but I won't stand by when you'll grieve and cry,
when your friends are missing and I'll be gone,
won't you feel alone?

And I know my dear, there's no quiet in here...
( But I will be here, should I keep it clear? )
And I know my dear, there's no quiet in here...

Say what you say, why won't you say now
that you trust myself, won't you turn me down?
And everytime that you held me, did I have to believe
you?
And there's no quiet in here.