Six By Seven 88-92-96
i wish you could see what i can see
i wish you could dream what i have to dream
2 million lives killed by my own hand
2 million lies have rolled across my tongue
i'm just a white singer with no tone in my voice
things that i say, do you think i'm talking to you?
well i don't understand this thing that i do
i still can't stand the sound of my only voice
but you do it so well
i really don't care
stop talking at me
