I'll be your quiet man, I'll be what's not said I'll be the white noise giving you no choice I'll be the voices in your head I'll be the nightmares that do not have meaning I'll be the sleep you no longer keep I'll be whatever you're dreaming When you cry I'll dry all of your tears When you cry I'll dry all of your tears I'll dry all of your tears I'll be the photograph face down on your dresser I'll be the lies in that you confide I'll be your priest and confessor When you cry I'll dry all of your tears When you cry I'll dry all of your tears I'll dry all of your tears There's a heart on your sleeve you know you'll never leave As that panic sets in, don't know where to begin All the tears that you cry search a new alibi As walls start to crumble and fall The walls start crumbling, all When you cry I'll dry all of your tears When you cry I'll dry all of your tears I'll dry all of your tears