The Quiet doesn't run out
when the room's filled with sound
it's there and listening
for the music to drop down.

The Quiet doesn't run out
when you yell and shout
It's under the covers
waiting for you to tire out.

The Quiet doesn't run out
and leave me alone
It sticks to the walls
when a whistle is blown.

The quiet doesn't run out
when the wind howls and blows
it comes roaring back
when you shut the door close.

The quiet doesn't run out
it stays hanging around.
Comes back in to comfort me
when you're not around.

The Quiet doesn't run out
and leave me alone
It's happy to stay in
now that you have gone.