Many the lives we lived in each day, and buried altogether.  Don't laugh at me, don't look away. 

I know you think I'm holding you down, and I've fallen by the wayside now, and I don't understand

the same things as you, but I do. 

You'll follow me back with the sun in your eyes, and on your own, bedshaped, in legs of stone, 
You'll knock on my door and up we'll go, in white light, I don't think so.. 
But what do I know? What do I know?  

I know