There is a long forgotten voice

I know it's not your voice, cause 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 died

Should that make me try

I was born the same day that you died

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

I'm suddenly an empty house, that almost fills up with home

There are days and nights, when I don't need to close my eyes

And they feel as real to me like analogy in disguise



If I was born the same day that you died

Should that make me try

I was born the same day that you died

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 know