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