you, like a thermometer right outside I can see from the kitchen window
what is real, what it's really like you, when the mirrors stretch and wave when the image is dark and crazy and it's all I can see
your reality is my good medicine tell me who we are and who I am your reality is my good medicine tell me who we are and who I am
you, you find me in the playback room playing back everything I've said every little thing I've said you, when I cannot trust myself when the soundings are deep and lonely and I seem to have lost my way
Chorus
the only part of this that throws me off is you're too good to be true
