Who Moved My Singapore Cheese

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 and 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 day 

but it's all grey here 
it's all grey 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 the 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 grey here 
but it's all grey to me 

I recognize the walls inside me 
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