The Elegance of Not Knowing

There is something brewing I can see it reflecting in the mirrors Deep within all the smokescreens I feel the albatross of inevitable conclusion But you are still filling me up Coloring my tightly contained world With hungry words and intoxicating hope I will paint up my face Clothe myself in the best foot forward mode And when you vanish without a trace I'm likely to hear your voice in my dreams See your face on my walls until I know for sure what you really are Know for sure who I am