Quiet heart
It's a quiet heart
It's a quiet heart
It's a quiet heart like a car alarm.

Hollow chest,
It's a hollow chest, on a solemn quest
To bring a guest into your arms,

Under a world of sound
Hold her and hold her
Under a world of sound
I don't have to know

Under a world of sound
Hold her and hold her
Under a world of sound
I don't have to know

I'll make a choice and turn my head
I turn my head I turn it inside out
I think you might be better off in the light
When you turn your head to the side
Why do you cry?

It's a heart
It's a quiet heart
It's a quiet heart
A quiet heart like a car alarm.

Under a world of sound
Hold her and hold her
Under a world of sound
I don't have to know

Under a world of sound
Hold her and hold her
Under a world of sound