And now we know No-one's listening And now we know No one cares I'm not much of a wordsmith I don't craft iron into beauty Like a witness to a masterpiece I recant what I see I leave it cold hard and heavy and As precious as it's evergoing to be And now we know No-one's listening And now we know No one cares She didn't know this But she was an artist She painted everyday of her life Every step that she took was a sculpture waiting to be realized Every movement she made was a mural of the person she wanted to be And now we know No-one's listening And now we know No one cares