Paint me a picture of the things that hides behind that smile Make me a sculpture of something, Just something that helps to find The meaning of all the meanings I see Are they really what they were meant to be Or is this painting just the things I want them to be Like the last thing I see as I slowly fall asleep How do we know which way is right Unless we observe for ourselves How do we know which things we find Unless we observe for ourselves Write me a poem with some words as beauty as a mind Tell me a story about the princess who gets saved by the knight That illustrates your imagination And describes the very essence of life Paint me a picture that shows me true beauty inside How do we know which way is right Unless we observe for ourselves How do we know which things we find Unless we observe for ourselves Like the last thing I feel as morning comes to me How do we know which way is right Unless we observe for ourselves How do we know which things we find Unless we observe for ourselves