So who am I, my friend, and who are you
How can I understand this world, this life
or even just myself, what do I do
to find my place in all this noise and strife
I know I haven’t listened all that well
or even thought to ask until too late
my head’s a crashing symphony of bell
and cry and scream and breaking dinner plate
But I am really lost, I’m screwed this time
alone, I’ll always make the poorest choice
unless you help me, I will never find
my way. And so I try to hear your voice
But even now, I know I’m faithless, still
afraid that you won’t speak, afraid you will