I know and I’m wrong, I can read it in the whites.
And the thing is, I knew it before; I re-opened, my eyes.
And if I didn’t know to be afraid, the faces make me sure that I do now. 
And I sit and wait, as I sit and wait.

Oh no, and I’m wrong, and I still lay here alive.
With a black spot on my arm, and so calm, I look inside.
And I see the things I always knew, but wasn’t sure until now.

That if it comes to claim, I won’t run.