How is it a stranger
Can know you for a moment
And call out pretty closely
What it takes years to name
Why is it so hard to tell yourself the truth
To see into the soul of things
See your hopes and fears
The oughts the shoulds the habits
The unseen puppeteers
That pull you on the stage
Why is it so hard to tell yourself the truth
To see into the soul of things
What a mystery your very heart
Held inside you and known in part
Held inside you and known in part
Memory grows rigid
Playing in the loops
Running my resentments
And all my well-worn proofs
It's hard to get a witness
Even when I'm there
To see into the soul of things
What a mystery your very heart
Held inside you and known in part
Held inside you and known in part
Somewhere in the vast
Waters of my mind
A memory resurfaced
And I'm looking in your eyes
You are trying to tell me
A better way to see
Into the soul of things
Into the soul of things
Into the soul of things