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