Time is chasing down my disguise

Of playing to know it all

When what's real is I know none

Tell me what is in your head

Enlighten me with your mind

Help me to understand

'Cause you are made of doubts

And I can only guess your steps is a pondering walk, now

How am I supposed to know

How am I supposed to know, now

How am I supposed to know

Now, how am I supposed to know

Tell me what is in your head

Enlighten me with some words

Help me to help you out

What if I tell you that your view is blinded

By all your habits of keeping it to yourself-and emotion bespeaks affliction

'Cause you are made of doubts

And I can only guess your steps is a pondering walk, now

How am I supposed to know

How am I supposed to know

Now, How am I supposed

Now, How am I supposed to know

How am I supposed to know, now

How am I supposed to know