hey you you don t seem as loud as the rest of the crowd don t you find it kinda lame that i don t know your name yet and most of the words are just floating around but the feeling is such that i must make a sound and all the time i spend with you it all goes to waste now and whenever i m with you i just want a taste of pouring out my soul again the sound of twenty million men the way that i believe in makes me bound to do the same mistakes