We Could See Lyrics

I close my eyes to see

And what I see, often no words to say

And when I'm able to say what I see

I speak

These words in such a way

Paints a mental picture

Like a sacred scripture

Carved on stones or baked clay

All I am trying to do is make sense

Of what I observe throughout the day

How often have these words been passed down

I'm spinning around and around

Spinning around and around

How would you be

If you were me

If you could see

What I see

If you were me

But you're not me

Or so it seems

Till we see

Till we see

I can see the broken street lamplight

Peaking meekly

Down the alley

I grab my coat

Because the night chill

Surrounds round about me.

What's with the speeding red and blue lights

Speeding down the streets like a grim reaper

When the light turns on

I can even site the sounds

I notice the ways of the world

Fighting hard to Twisting me Upside down

Some may say my observations

Are spacely

Very necessary

To consider wisely

The use of every heartbeat

How would you be

If you were me

If you could see

What I see

If you were me

But you're not me

Or so it seems

Till we see

Till we see

The agony of forgetting

Crucial inspiration

I feel so Heedlessness

Especially knowing

Once I put my mind to do a thing

It is only by the will of the God to speak it into being

So many shades of faces

What to make of the way we occupy the spaces

Once I had a dream

In that dream a most peculiar scene

I held a dish with a citrus

Sprouting out large green leaves

Here today

Gone tomorrow

Pain that nobody sees

Woe that notices the sorrow

They say if I am a righteous man

I'll receive my book in the right-hand

There I go

Drifting off beyond the night sky again

There I go

Refusing to be blind again

There I go going against

The grain of lies again

In the heavens that's a win

In this world

You pay the price

That's a sin

I close my eyes to see

And what I see, often no words to say

And when I'm able to say what I see

I speak

These words in such a way

Paints a mental picture

Like a sacred scripture

Carved on stones or baked clay

All I am trying to do is make sense

Of what I observe throughout the day

How often have these words been passed down

I'm spinning around and around

Spinning around and around

How would you be

If you were me

If you could see

What I see

If you were me

But you're not me

Or so it seems

Till we see

Till we see