Take my hand and I will show You all the things I deeply knowMo Padishu, You're clearly blindTo all of the goodness that residesIn Your fingertips, in Your lightIn Your fingertips, in Your smileBut I could be the window to the amber glowing golden picture that I seeSo easily, and You could be the grand collectorCome to life, no more respect the fantasyNamed what everybody else seesClouds that bow to find their wayInto Your sweet reflection's gazeAnd we, we all want to be the windOh, letting the sun shine in againOh, letting the sun shine in againOh, letting the sun shine in againOh, I could be the window to the amber glowing golden picture that I seeSo easily, and You could be the grand collectorCome to life, no more respect the fantasyNamed what everybody else seesWhat everybody else seesWhat everybody else seesWhat everybody else seesWhat everybody else sees