The house knows
My step on the stair
The door knows

My hand on the knob
The walls know
The whites of my eyes

But nobody knows
The sound of my voice


The wind knows
It's way through my head
The streets meet

The heels of my shoes
The rain rides
The curve of my cheek

But nobody knows
The sound of my voice


In the halls of night
In the caves of day
On the map of time

It's all a dot, a grain,
A speck, a chip


A wave breaks, but nobody sees
The earth moves but nobody feels
A tree falls but nobody hears

If nobody hears
If no one's around


A wave breaks, but nobody sees
The earth moves but nobody feels
A tree falls but nobody hears

If nobody hears
No one's around


And nobody knows
If there was a sound