This house is your own, still living alone,
It don’t make you sad, but I think it’s good to be green.
The summer is gone and spring don’t belong,
The traces are here for long winter.
I miss the green, it used to be clean.

If you want to be free, please don’t fall for me,
I could be anyone but your friend.
If you open the door, I’ll give a whole lot more,
I could be anyone but your friend.
The assumption is good, though not likelihood,
And my feeling is true, I want to be living with you.

The truth it begins, we’re breathing it in,
With shadows of doubt in time we will.
I miss the green, it used to be clean,
Anyone, anyone, anyone, no, no, no.

Seeing is believing, the feeling is deceiving,
You know it’s the truth when you find that you can’t talk.
Leaving on this, all into chaos,
Seeing is feeling is seeing is you