We all have seen
what we want
in you
It's not what's there
just reflections
of what we want to be
in you (in you)
Nothing is ever clear
just shifting sound
I turn around and hear nothing there
and every time I ask you why you left
you say you're still here
why won't it all just disappear?
Now I see you clear
I know what's there
not what I thought
(no, it's not what I thought)