| What Can There Be? |
[Nov. 21st, 2004|08:33 pm EST] |
| [ | I'm Feeling |
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| [ | I'm Listening to |
| | Silence (none) | ] |
Take a look, take a peak.
Have a listen, have a look.
What do you see? What do you hear?
Through the looking glass, what can there be?
Is it there? Is it gone?
Is it a thing, is it a song?
Is it a person, or nothing at all?
Through the looking glass, what can there be?
Can you feel it? Can you Touch it?
Can you see it? Can you hear it?
Can it make you happy? Can it make you sad?
Through the looking glass, what can there be?
Is it hot? Is it cold?
Is it good? Is it evil?
Is it mad? Is it glad?
Through the looking glass, what can there be?
I tell you what I see. I tell you what I hear.
I tell you what it might be. I tell you what it can be.
I give a look. I give a listen. What do I see?
Through the looking glass, what can there be?
What do I see? What do I hear?
Well, you tell me. It's really quite clear.
No hope. No dreams. No loud screams. Nothing at all.
Through the looking glass, what can there be?
It's not there. It is there.
It's loud. It's quiet.
It's private. It's public.
Through the looking glass, what can there be?
It's everything. It's nothing.
It's this. It's that.
It's a secret. It's a lie.
Through the looking glass, what can there be?
Hold tight; for I'm about to tell you.
What it is. What will be.
Something wonderful, but something terrible.
Through the looking glass, what can it be?
You wish to know. But you can't.
You want to have it. But you can't.
You need to see it. But you can't.
Through the looking glass, you cannot see.
You see nothing. You hear nothing.
You feel nothing, you get nothing.
So happy. So sad. You're better off with what you already had.
For behind the looking glass, there is not one thing... |
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