The truth of doubts

The truth is I don’t know
I keep thinking about it
And I don’t know all of this

I can’t see what it means
What is it that makes us see
Nothing is what it seems

I can’t see what this means
I wish I could explain it to myself
But the truth of doubts will melt

Wonder about all kinds of if’s
Make all shapes turn into things

The truth is I don’t know
I keep hoping for it
And I can’t chance things

I can’t see what it means
I wish I could give myself an answer
Cos I do hear the murmur

I can’t see what this means
Why is it that we are not clear
When the truth of doubts makes us fear

Wonder about all kinds of if’s
Does the truth of doubts make us wish