More
I can feel something insid
And it wants to get ou
Growing every day in a different wa
I can't put it in word
It could be now or maybe late
It can read my min
I've pretended not to notic
What's been happening insid
But as the days go drifting bu
I can deny it no mor
Ihear a voice, getting loude
It calls my nam
And it wants mor
Well, once you've learned, once and for al
This is nothing ne
The rest is easy, I'm sure that you'll se
It belongs to yo
It may be silent or may be too lou
But it's hear to sta
And it wants more