You tell me they’re a window
This, I don’t believe
You speak of clearness-
Magical transparency
And the thing that you can see,
Though I wish it to be true,
Your thought contains a flaw or two.
In these eyes, you see no pain
But in my soul, that’s what remains,
Rarely is my glass so clear
And only when it rains-
Droplets fall along my windowpane,
My soul is hidden, don’t you see
Each eye’s opaque as it can be
This, I don’t believe
You speak of clearness-
Magical transparency
And the thing that you can see,
Though I wish it to be true,
Your thought contains a flaw or two.
In these eyes, you see no pain
But in my soul, that’s what remains,
Rarely is my glass so clear
And only when it rains-
Droplets fall along my windowpane,
My soul is hidden, don’t you see
Each eye’s opaque as it can be