When I said I miss you When I said I am as you are now I was colored yellow Now I change my skin just to shrink in But oh they would like to know How'd it end up here And oh they would like to know How'd you take that stare But I know the aims They will come clear If I stake my claim the callous I'd take the shape of a cold thief in the night Though it always seems intentions Are shaded different through our own eyes Because oh they would like to know If this cut is fair And oh they would like to know Well now who's got your stare But I know the aims They will come clear