Quality is what you think you see Before God's choreography Gets tangled in your synapses dreams Oh please tell me you know what I mean Well I could be sitting by a brook Pouring out of your favorite book Everything created by looking At what has really stuck Misty magic on the breach Jon told Bob told Rob told me That I can see what I can see Won't you let the powers be Well she told me coldly Not to harbour a hand But I could tell by that wayside glance That she had other plans See she told me coldly Not to harbour a hand But I could tell by that bitter look That she had other plans Quality is what you think you see Before God's choreography Gets scrambled in your neurotic dreams Oh please tell me you know what I mean I remember when you said We could be friends again But that was a long time ago And ain't much has changed don't you know Misty magic on a leash Jon told Bob told Rob told me That I can see what I can see Now won't you let the powers be See she told me coldly Not to harbour a hand But you were pretty strung out and frankly man Well I was spent Well she told me coldly Not to harbour a hand But I could tell by that far-off, side-eyed glance That she had other plans