About knowledge and how it somehow makes you culpable
Hope
There wasn't any hope for you
just a small town girl
looking for a thrill
who didn't mind being used
You were on your way
to your decay
when you were just thirteen
That was when I came to know
how the world could be so mean
Some flowers rise out of the earth
before the snow starts to melt
they push their way through the frozen ground
all alone with no help
But when the days are warm
and the trees are green
they've already lost their bloom
Hope
There wasn't any hope for you
I don't know why, late at night
you haunt me in my sleep
and the deeds you did, the seeds you've sown
are the memories that I reap
Sometimes I think that you and I
Were dying by degrees
Is knowing worse for the one who does
or for the one who sees?
They say that knowledge comes
from hearing
and hearing through the word
And now I wish I didn't know
And I wish I had not heard
Because it feels like I
was there with you
plucking the fruit
off that tree
Hope, there wasn't any hope
for you and me
Hope, there wasn't any hope
for you and me