I wish you could see what I can see
I wish you could dream what I have to dream
2 million lives killed by my own hand
2 million lies have rolled across my tongue

I'm just a white singer with no tone in my voice
Things that I say, do you think I'm talking to you?
Well I don't understand this thing that I do
I still can't stand the sound of my only voice

But you do it so well
I really don't care
Stop talking at me