I get bored when there's no conversation I lose desire 'cause you're not what you appear to be Not what you appear to be
Imperfection has left no trace upon you Your reflection -- you depend upon it You might be beautiful but what's behind it? You have a pretty face but what are you hiding?
I'd rather stare at the stains on my window Than look into those immaculate eyes I'd rather gaze at the dust on my pillow Than look into those immaculate eyes
Hesitation like a neverending vertigo inside of me
No doubt I could look at you for hours But it's no good when good looks overpower You might be beautiful but what's behind it? You have a pretty face but what are you hiding?
I'd rather stare at the stains on my window Than look into those immaculate eyes I'd rather gaze at the dust on my pillow Than look into those immaculate eyes
If there's more to you than meets the eye When I ask you if your beauty's skin-deep
I'd rather gaze at the dust on my pillow Than look into those immaculate eyes