"I May Know the Word" by Natalie Merchant

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 praying for deliverance
from the night into the day
but 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 wirh 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
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
into 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