I could be the voice the stereo will sell you and no onexreally values singing on the auction block. But I'm not.
And I could be the dirt that everybody walks on and soak up all their thoughts on how to make it to the top. But I'm not. But I'm not
Through every stage of understanding.
They try to tell me what I want.
And I can't say just who I am yet.
But I'm closer than I thought 'coz I know who I'm not.
I could be the breath that blows out someone's candles.
Whispers under handed, jealous whispers in the dark.
But I'm not.
And I could be the critic
With judgement in my eyes, sat on nothing but the prize.
The kind that hides a broken heart.
But I'm not.
Through every stage of understanding.
They try to tell me what I want.
And I can't say just who I am yet.
But I'm closer than I thought 'coz I know who I'm not.
And I could be the step
Blind but still believing
I will find my freedom
They may say that I am lost
But I'm not.
