Sherwood - The Push Game lyrics

The daylight is awful dim with shudders pulled rim to rim; I'm staring at written words but their sounds will remain unheard. (Unheard) And have I known it all along, of this cowardice and envy? And is it time that I move on, breaking free from all that's empty? It's hard now to run this race when there is no human face to call on in times of choice, with no rea**uring voice. (A voice) And have I known it all along, of this cowardice and envy? And is it time that I move on, breaking free from all that's empty?