How does it feel to see the world in blue?
How does it feel to think it spins ’round you?
What will happen when you take this filter off?
Everything will be different to you
And you will be different to the world
How does it feel to conquer nothing but sea?
How does it feel to miss reality?
What will happen when you lift the cover off?
Everything will be different to you
And you will be different to the world
Come on! There’s nothing you can say
There’s nothing you can do to make it better, baby
Come on! You’re hurting what you love
You’re killing what you love for your own pleasure, baby
Everything will be different to you
And you will be different to the world
Come on! There’s nothing you can say
There’s nothing you can do to make it better, baby
Come on! You’re hurting what you love
You’re killing what you love for your own pleasure, baby
How does it feel to see what you don’t want to see?
How does it feel to see you’re wrong indeed?
What will happen when you take your glasses off?
Everything will be different to you
And you will be different to the world
Lyrics and music by Roger Gascon