You were the seeker
Then you found there
It
No one
No one
No one cares
When every step takes you from nowhere
Going from somewhere to here
Your quiet eyes almost vacant
There
The fine line between stealing and giving
In the landscape of the saint
You were the dreamer
Who got lost in your escape
When beauty became a prison
You found your freedom in the mundane
So when will I see what you see
You say it
When will I see what you see
When you
What you thought you never had
And you
That it
It makes no difference
It
Sometimes the purest gold comes from
The hands of a thief
So when will I see what you see
You say it
When will I see what you see
When will I see what you see