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 The only part of this that throws me off Is you're too good to be true