The house knows my step on the stair The door knows my hand on the knob The walls kno the whites of my eyes But nobody knows the sound of my voice
The wind knows it's way through my head The streets meet the heels of my shoes The rain rides the curve of my cheek But nobody knows the sound of my voice
In the halls of night In the caves of day On the map of time It's all a dot, a grain, a speck, a chip
A wave breaks, but nobody sees The earth moves but nobody feels A tree falls but nobody hears
If nobody hears If no one's around And nobody knows If there was a sound
