Behind a stained glass window A colorful blur is all that I see A shattered view of the world
Truth is hidden by shadows My ideas are not complete Facts are lost to feeling Facts are lost to feeling
Facts are lost to feeling Facts are lost to feeling Facts are lost to feeling
I got the wrong impression I got the wrong impression of you I got the wrong impression of you
I got the wrong impression I got the wrong impression of you
Maybe that's why, maybe that's why I got the wrong impression of you I got the wrong impression of you