I don't say much but I, but I like to sing Won't tell you what I'm thinking Just have to wait and sing I have no skin left on my, on my fingertips But still my heart pours out, out from my lips Well I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute And I say the things you want to hear I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute And I keep to myself to defend Yeah I'm alright Oh now don't want to fight I'm an angel burning out Oh now Well I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute And I say the things you want to hear I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute And I keep to myself to defend Yeah, I'm all right Oh now don't want to fight I'm an angel burning out Oh now I'm mute, I'm mute Yeah, I'm mute, I'm mute Yeah, I'm shameful as I'm shameless I'm shameful as an angel that's burned I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute And I say the same things that you say I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute And I guess I'm born that way