I May Know the Word

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 sooth 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 prying for deliverance

From the night into the 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 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 prying 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 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

Again and again and agan

—————————–| By Natalie Merchant