Protects the children and the poor
The pageant lovers dreams
The simple faith of the mean
God of fools and believers
Healed by San Pedro's tears
A thousand words I easily said
When everybody's talking to
You can spend all day in bed
With a halo pasted to your head
Under the glow of your jealous TV
There's a longing weight on your soul
Like a grey, heavy, southern sorrow
With the new radio static
A thousand words are easily read
Who'll be the silent one?
Will you be the silent one?
When everybody's talking to
Sooner later, you get the picture
A thousand words I easily say
Who'll be the silent one?
Will you be the silent one?
When everybody's talking to us
Will you be the silent one?
Will you be the silent one?
Will you be the silent one?
