I don't want to talk about your vision
What you see when you take a look at the world
You never seem to see the trees
Black and white
You color me
Guess you don't know how to paint a picture
It's a kind of looking glass and you never look past
Like living in a glass house staring at the shadows
Wild and warped, you think you see the whole world
Just a crooked little view from a little window
But I don't know what you see
The color there just isn't me
You can have a new page
But your eyes are the same
So the picture won't change at all
I don't want to talk about your vision
What you see when you take a look at the world
You never seem to see the trees
Black and white
You color me
Guess you don't know how to paint a picture
It's a dirty little canvas muddled with gray tones
Rough little edges, number two pencil
Try to trace a line but your hands are shaking
Try to set the scene but you make mistakes and
I don't know what you see
The color there just isn't me
You can have a new page
But your eyes are the same
So the picture won't change at all
I don't want to talk about your vision
What you see when you take a look at the world
You never seem to see the trees
Black and white
You color me
Guess you don't know how to paint a picture