What’s the good of knowing things you’d never miss
What’s the good of knowing one wayward kiss
I cursed myself with knowledge and lost my innocence
What’s the good of knowing your deepest fear / the end is near
Now I spend my hours waiting for the past to reappear
What’s good of knowing truth from a lie / one more surprise
I begged for her confession and learned of my demise
What’s the good of knowing the words they sang / the bells they rang
What’s the good of knowing forgotten dreams / one broken seam
I thought I learned my lesson but I’m still in-between
What’s the good of knowing?
