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
  they riddle me to solve
  
  again and again and again