| I search your profile | 
| For a translation | 
| I study the conversation | 
| Like a map | 
| 'cause I know there is strength | 
| In the differences between us | 
| And I know there is comfort | 
| Where we overlap | 
| Come here | 
| Stand in front of the light | 
| Stand still | 
| So I can see your silhouette | 
| I hope | 
| That you have got all night | 
| 'cause I’m not done looking | 
| No, I’m not done looking yet | 
| Each one of us | 
| Wants a piece of the action | 
| You can hear it in what we say | 
| You can see it in what we do | 
| We negotiate with chaos | 
| For some sense of satisfaction | 
| If you won’t give it to me | 
| At least give me a better view | 
| Come here | 
| Stand in front of the light | 
| Stand still | 
| So I can see your sillouette | 
| I hope | 
| That you have got all night | 
| 'cause I’m not done looking | 
| No, I’m not done looking yet | 
| I build each one of my songs | 
| Out of glass | 
| So you can see me inside of them | 
| I suppose | 
| Or you could just leave the image of me | 
| In the background, I guess | 
| And watch your own reflection superimposed | 
| And I build each one of my days out of hope | 
| And I give that hope your name | 
| And I don’t know you that well | 
| But it don’t take much to tell | 
| Either you don’t have the balls | 
| Or you don’t feel the same | 
| Come here | 
| Stand in front of the light | 
| Stand still | 
| So I can see your silhouette | 
| I hope | 
| That you have got all night | 
| 'cause I’m not done looking | 
| No, I’m not done looking yet | 
| I seach your profile for a translation | 
| I study the conversation like a map | 
| 'cause I know there is strength | 
| In the differences between us | 
| And I know there is comfort | 
| Where we overlap |