Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Silence makes them squirm in their seats,
cold under the fluorescent hum in a morgue.
They start talking fast like that can save the room,
like a mouthful of noise can cover the floor.
[Pre-Chorus]
I let it hang there, bare and flat,
a cheap little test that they always fail.
Hands on the table, eyes on the clock,
the truth gets louder when nobody yells.
[Chorus]
Nobody trusts the loudest ones,
all that brass, all that clean-cut spin.
They fill the air, then leave it wrong,
while the quiet just gets under their skin.
So let them rot in the echo of their own boom,
talk themselves thin, talk themselves blue.
I don't need much when the facts walk in,
silence makes them tell on themselves for you.
[Verse 2]
He wears his charm like a name tag badge,
she laughs too hard at a joke she stole.
One guy keeps tapping his paper cup,
like a drumline for a hole in his soul.
And me, I'm just counting the seconds out,
watching the cracks in the ceiling tile.
The room goes still when the story slips,
and nobody can fake that smile.
[Pre-Chorus]
I let it hang there, bare and flat,
a cheap little test that they always fail.
Hands on the table, eyes on the clock,
the truth gets louder when nobody yells.
[Chorus]
Nobody trusts the loudest ones,
all that brass, all that clean-cut spin.
They fill the air, then leave it wrong,
while the quiet just gets under their skin.
So let them rot in the echo of their own boom,
talk themselves thin, talk themselves blue.
I don't need much when the facts walk in,
silence makes them tell on themselves for you.
[Bridge]
There's a hard little pause
when nobody reaches for the joke.
That's where the real shape shows,
that's where the cover starts to soak.
No sermon, no spotlight,
just a chair that creaks too loud,
and the whole room leaning in
when the noise gets drowned.
[Final Chorus]
Nobody trusts the loudest ones,
all that brass, all that clean-cut spin.
They fill the air, then leave it wrong,
while the quiet just gets under their skin.
So let them rot in the echo of their own boom,
mouth full of smoke, hands full of prove.
I don't need much when the facts walk in,
silence makes them tell on themselves for you.
[Outro]
Silence makes them squirm in their seats,
and I can wait.