Text: Shivaree. Who's Got Trouble. I Will Go Quietly.

I will go quietly, don't move your chair
Won't even try it. wouldn't even dare
You come walkin' down, with a mouthful of sand
We better cut it out, 'cause it's out of hand
And it's loud out on the street
So please

I will go quietly
Drive with my lights out
Won't even tell myself, when I get there
I'll go so quietly
I swear

I will go quietly, I'll leave my speech
Hold down the mystery, with a throat full of bleach
And I won't go talking now, not even a sigh
I'll sleep on a broken bough, with a nail in my eye
And I won't hear a beat again
I will go quietly

I'll stay screaming inside your sleep
I'll stamp out the moon and I'll shear all of your sheep

I will go quietly
Won't brush my teeth
Won't even change my clothes, when I get there
I'll go so quietly

No one will even see
And they won't hear
I'll go so quietly
I swear