I thought I'd write to you
Maybe pen & paper might cut through
Or maybe if I sing to you
I could finally get through to you
I don't want another pop song
I don't want an earworm
Crawling around in my head
Making everything worse
I don't want another catchy
Chorus or a hook
I just want my baby
And a really good book
Really good
It's quiet, so quiet
When you're not here
Quiet, it's quiet
With you, my dear
It's quiet, so quiet
Where are you, dear?
Quiet
I thought I'd write to you
Maybe pen and paper might cut through
But what if I sang to you?
Would that finally get through to you?
Cause I don't want another pop song
I don't want an earworm
Wiggling around in my brain
Making everything hurt
I don't want another catchy
Chorus or a hook
I just want my baby
And a really good book
Gets quiet, gets quiet
When you're not here
It's Quiet, gets quiet
With you, my dear
It's quiet, so quiet
Where are you, dear?