Can You See?

Can you see what the world is?
It pulls you on, it tricks you that it's always a spring morning
When you even say that another man's hell could be your heaven
And if this is being blind and wrong, gimme more and more
And let me light up the hand and let me pull the truth through
But if the truth don't make you happy, what will you do?
The truth is that I'm happy when I'm with you

Can you see what the truth is?
It's a place where you can hide from the moldy old skeleton costume
And so you're flying like a moth at the streetlight but it's too late
You're bumping wings with far too many others wearing your outfit
That you chose from your endless supply of reflections and self-disgust

And you don't have any belief in what's worth your love and trust
And you scatter your riches like a mirror ball that's covered in dust
With the vain understanding that some of the light would stick
And invest your moth-like face with wisdom from another world
But instead all that shows are wrinkles
And a tick around your compound eyes
Filled with a fond history of ecstasy and alibis

Can you see what the world is?
It pulls you on, it tricks you that it's always a Spring morning
But I know all you really want
Is to leave behind the color blue
And if the truth don't make you happy, what will you do?
Because the truth is that I'm happy when I'm with you