| Every time I open up my eyes |
| I see you |
| Standing at the precipice of everlasting happiness that lives inside of you |
| Things I’ll never get to touch or hear or feel or see |
| Things that just weren’t made for me |
| I guess it wasn’t meant to be |
| But every time you open up your mouth |
| I see verbs, adjectives and colors flying out into the world |
| So that they’re there to be observed |
| Trying hard to get themselves into somebody’s brain |
| Then they’ll never be the same |
| It always happens in that way |
| But every time I open up my eyes |
| My eyes |
| My eyes |
| My eyes |
| It’s almost like you never wanna act like you knew me when I was nobody |
| And nowadays, it’s harder not to feel like someone new |
| I don’t see what you see in me, like I’m some sort of deity |
| An elephant in any room, I’m living in a zoo |
| The thought of being locked inside a room behind a barricade |
| Is getting comfortable and now I don’t know what to do |
| 'Cause I don’t think anything’s changed |
| It’s almost like you never wanna act like you knew me when I was nobody |
| And nowadays, it’s harder not to feel like someone new |
| I don’t see what you see in me, like I’m some sort of deity |
| An elephant in any room, I’m living in a zoo |
| The thought of being locked inside a room behind a barricade |
| Is getting comfortable and now I don’t know what to do |
| 'Cause I don’t think anything’s changed |
| But every time I open up my eyes |