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I may know the word but not say it |
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I may know the truth but not face it |
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I may hear a sound a whisper sacred and profound |
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But turn my head indifferent |
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I may know the word but not say it |
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I may love the fruit but not taste it |
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I may know the way to comfort and to soothe a worried face |
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But fold my hands indifferent |
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If I'm on my knees I'm begging now |
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If I'm on my knees groping in the dark |
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I'd be praying for deliverance from the night into the day |
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But it's all grey here it's all grey to me |
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I may know the word but not say it |
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This may be the time but I might waste it |
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Though this may be the hour something move me |
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Someone prove me wrong before night comes with indifference |
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I recognize the walls inside I recognize them all |
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I've paced between them chasing demons down until they fall |
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In fitful sleep enough to keep their strength enough to crawl |
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Into my head with tangled threads they riddle me to solve again and again |
