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 explainThat 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 rainIf 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 aliveNot just sometimes but always
I know what I know
I know what I know
I know what I knowI tune the radio to drown out these voices, I don't know
But 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 disguiseIf 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 aliveNot just sometimes but always
I know what I know
I know what I know
I know what I knowNot just sometimes but always
I know what I know
I know what I know
I know what I know