Looking at my only window trying to see through
Looking at my frosted window dying to see through
Something is covering my eyes -- it's you
Is the world still turning round or is it standing still
Is the sun still burning down or has it caught a chill
Something is covering my eyes -- it's you
You only let me see what you have planned for me
I guess there'll never be anything more, anything more
Is it wrong for me to ask for things I cannot do
Is it wrong for me to want to know what's false or true
Something is covering my eyes -- it's you
It's you
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