Spectre

Take my hand and I will show You all the things I deeply know Mon petit cho you're clearly blind To all of the goodness that resides In your fingertips, in your life In your fingertips, in your smile But I could be the window to the Amber glowing golden picture that I see so easily And you could be the grand collector Come to life no more a spectre fantasy Named; what everybody else sees Clouds they're bound to find their way Into your sweet reflection's gaze And we all want to be the wind Letting the sunshine in again Letting the sunshine in again Letting the sunshine in again I could be the window to the Amber glowing golden picture that I see so easily And you could be the grand collector Come to life no more a spectre fantasy Named; what everybody else sees What everybody else sees What everybody else sees What everybody else sees