A Simple Armature of Your Ideal World

Is it really what you think?

Or is it just what you say you think?

When you're out looking for a fight, and there is no fight

You can't give what you take

I can't keep what you steal

I can't process what you push

Write the letter in red ink, in a pale white room

It takes a lot to change a mind

Is it really how you feel?

Or is it just how you say you feel?

When you're out looking for the sun, and there is no sun

You can't touch what isn't real

You can't describe the sublime

You can't force what isn't there

A simple armature of your ideal world

It takes a lot to change a mind (x2)

Is it really what you think?

Or is it just what you say you think?

Write the letter in red ink, in a pale white room

It takes a lot to change a mind (x2)