Trying To Listen.
January 1998
There's things I've never said to you,
but tell me where to start...
How can I explain to you the thoughts in my head,
when I'm still chasing them through the dark?
I sometimes feel that I almost understand,
this purpose, meaning, just out of reach of my mind.
So tell me is there something wrong?
Is this too unreal for you?
There's too much of me that I keep from view,
there's a reason for me, I'll be no 'man in a suit'.
I try to explain what I don't know myself,
but I can't make you see, 'cos it's not you that lives it.
Don't blame me if I seem I'm just bluffing through,
like everything will work out, but that's not always true.
I need to know why I believe this,
I want you to too.
Is there something wrong?
I don't ever want to loose it again.
Is there something wrong?
I'm trying to listen...
I'm trying to listen.
There's something it's true...
I just can't explain it to you.