Is something in the way tonight?
Does the air not feel right?
Because I’m looking at the golden one,
Who’s looking for his hat.
Is there a fear hiding there?
Is the mirror being fair?
Wash off the stained-glass windows,
And care about what makes it.
Knowing who you are is bliss,
‘What’ is just the extra kiss,
I wish that care would spread tonight
Let me hold your hand.
Do you feel you don’t deserve?
Are you blind to truthful verve?
I feel useless in design,
Yet I want to heal you anyway.
We will stand forever beside
Loving you and wishing inside
For you to care about the thing
That makes me love.