like a thermometer right outside
i can see from the kitchen window
when the mirrors stretch and wave
when the image is dark and crazy and it's all i can see
your reality is my good medicine
tell me who we are and who i am
your reality is my good medicine
you find me in the playback room
playing back everything i've said
every little thing i've said
when i cannot trust myself
when the soundings are deep and lonely
and i seem to have lost my way
the only part of this that throws me off
is you're too good to be true