QUIET CHILD 

I walk this boontown road, earth as red as blisters. 

And I watch her sob like I’ve had time to really miss her. 

I didn’t want to break her heart. I didn’t mean to twist her. 

No one hears the sound of the quiet child. 

 

She’s the one who everybody said I would marry. 

But all those dreams only existed to be buried. 

A man can only live so long on chocolate and cherries. 

No one hears the sound of the quiet child. 

 

Silence, baby. Hush they say. 

Keep that voice inside you locked away. 

But speak up when you’re told. 

Why are you growing up so cold? 

You have become quite the quiet child. 

You have become quite the quiet child. 

 

Ooh, I thank my stumbling shoes for bumbling in your house. 

Through steel walls were the eyes soft as a silk blouse. 

And outside in the freezing wind there’s a peep just like a church mouse. 

You just heard the sound of the quiet child. 

 

Silence, baby. Hush they say. 

Keep that voice inside you locked away. 

But speak up when you’re told. 

Why are you growing up so cold? 

You have become quite the quiet child. 

You have become quite the quiet child. 

 

Silence, baby. You have become quite the quiet child. 

Hush they say. You have become quite the quiet child. 

Silence, baby. You have become quite the quiet child. 

Hush they say. You have become quite the quiet child.

 

 

Terminal Saints:

JVA - Guitar, Keys, Vocals

Foust - Drums

 

Floorboards:

Phil Baker - Stand up bass

Tim Ellis - Acoustic guitar

Nancy Hess - Vocals (Lead Vocal - Chorus)

JVA - Keyboards, Wurlitzer, Vocals

Gregg Williams - Drums and Percussion