I 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