I May Know the Word

From the album Tigerlily

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 & 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 gray here; it’s all gray 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 praying for deliverance from the night into the day. But it’s all gray here; it’s all gray 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 again.

Natalie Merchant / Indian Love Bride ©1995