i think you know

the visitors were never seen, they missed my monologue between, but i think you know, the letters came, the letters went, the last reply was never sent, but i think you know, i can't explain what's in my brain, that tells me where to go, but i think you know, for i would draw a diagram, to signify the things i am, but i think you know, and in the end it all boils down, a useless bit of running 'round, 'cause i think you know, and love i send to you my friend, but never tell you so, but i think you know