i was listening to you
but i couldn't hear you
through all of your talking

i was trying to understand
trying to make sense of
your foreign language

It's not a matter of my lack of faith
my stubbornness, i want you to know
i'm fascinated by why you believe
what you believe
not why i don't

you wouldn't know
you never stopped you're talking
i never got a word in edge-wise to tell you i believed it
no, enchanted by your arguments
the sound of your own voice
you wouldn't know

now i'm trying to figure out
exactly what i asked to warrant such answers