I Am Kloot

You know the faces, you know the places,
You know places where the faces fit
You always wanted, to never say it,
and now you wonder, well is this it?
I'm always screaming, dreaming
Strange without you, without you
You know the numbers, you dream in slumber,
You've got the faces and the photographs
You always want it, but never say it,
and now you wonder, well what do I have?