Can You See?

Can you see? Can you see? can you see

Can you see what the world is?

It pulls you on, it tricks you that it's always a spring morning

And you even say, "Well, another man's hell could my your heaven."

And you say, "If this is being blind and wrong, gimme more and more."

And you say "Let me light up the hand and let me pull the truth through"

But if the truth don't make you happy, what will you do?

The truth is that I'm happy when I'm with you

Can you see? Can you see? Can you see?

Can you see what the truth is?

It's a place where you can hide from the moldy old skeleton costume

And so you're flying like a moth at the streetlight but it's too late

You're bumping wings with far too many others wearing your outfit

That you chose from your endless supply of reflections and self-disgust

And you don't have any belief in what's worth your love and trust

And you scatter your riches like a mirror ball that's covered in dust

With the vain understanding that some of the light would stick

And invest your moth-like face with wisdom from another world

But instead all that shows are wrinkles and a tick around your compound eyes

Filled with a fond history of ecstasy and alibis

Can you see? Can you see? Can you see?

Can you see what the world is?

It pulls you on, it tricks you that it's always a new spring morning

But I know all you want is to leave behind the color blue

And if the truth won't make you happy, what will you do?

If the truth won't make you happy, what will you do?

The truth is that I'm happy when I'm with you

The truth is that I'm happy when I'm with you