The truth is,
The truth is seeing through me as if I’m a window pane, no blurred vision
Or an open book, the pages continually turning
The whole truth and nothing but the truth, a subject on your witness stand
And the question is, what’s on your mind?
How can you question me like that? That’s an entrance to a street without a dead end, I can cruise into eternity
The days and weeks and years come and go, my thoughts are endless
Okay my confession, you want it, ready for the truth
You invade my senses, you are racing through my veins, you are blood rushing to each tingling fingertip and the chill numbing every tiptoe
My heart skips and my muscles contract, I’m frozen sitting at the same place each night
My window knows many secrets because I speak to the reflection of me, I try to talk some sense into myself
Convincing that you and I aren’t meant to be, not my miracle mate
But I love you, or do I like you a lot?
The truth is, I miss us and I want you.