There is a long forgotten voice, I know it's not your voice, because it's always strained, I wake up hearing unfamiliar voices, convinced they're trying to explain, that if my words were clearer, then maybe I would know what I'm trying to say, just as those long forgotten voices, disappear back into rain,
If I was born the same day that you die, should that make me try, I was born the same day that you die, should that make me feel more alive, Not just sometimes but always, I know what I know, I know what I know, I know what I know,
I tune the radio, to drown out these voices I don't know, and suddenly an empty house, it almost fills up with hope, there are days and nights when, I don't need to close my eyes, and they feel as real to me, like an elegy in the skies,
If I was born the same day that you die, should that make me try, I was born the same day that you die, should that make me feel more alive, not just sometimes but always, I know what I know, I know what I know, I know what I know, not just sometimes but always, I know what I know, I know what I know, I know what I knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
