I was listening to you
But I couldn’t hear you
Through all of your talking

I was trying to understand
Trying to make sense of
Your foreign language

It’s not a matter of my lack of faith
My stubbornness, I want you to know
I’m fascinated by why you believe
What you believe
Not why I don’t

You wouldn’t know
You never stopped you’re talking
I never got a word in edge-wise to tell you I believed it
No, enchanted by your arguments
The sound of your own voice
You wouldn’t know

Now I’m trying to figure out
Exactly what I asked to warrant such answers