Songtext von The Knowing

I grabbed my phone and stepped outside Go grab a coffee in a café where I can hide There’s the man with the wildest eyes And he can hear the Knowing He always hears the Knowing I stepped aside for the tortured man All this knowing but without our master plan I could ask him about his day But he will tell me of the Knowing He always talks of the knowing The knowing feels bitter The knowing is here It feasts on the marrow Of bones you hold dear It’s a stranger to pleading And it knows all your shame It knows of your black dog And it calls out his name The knowing will find you When the world is upturned It grows deep inside you When the ground’s feeling firm And the man that you step round Has conquered his whim He welcomes the knowing With a virtuous grin I think he is trying To teach me to know her But the world is so fast And I don’t want it slower Is this man a savant Is he not round the bend? Is he trying to say Make the knowing my friend?