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