Sometimes I feel I will never leave this fair
Because of the way the sun
And these shadows play
But attraction has no room in here
People pass me everyday - all our faces!
We look at each other
Then go our separate ways...

And do you know
When I'm surrounded by all these people
That's when I miss you the most
The sea of faces is only pulling me deeper
I look for you, but realize I'm lost...

And I move from place to place
As a kid I could actually see the air
I look up suddenly amazed:
'Cause they're laughing
And waving to me down here!
So I take a bow and I feel quite free
'Cause this is my day, and I'm still me...

And do you know
The times I feel that life is the best
Are probably the times
That I miss you the most
I could bring out the beautiful
And cut out the rest
But without my sadness, I fear I'd be lost...
And I'm probably an onion
I could only hope to be a rose
But the layers of them
Both define me I suppose
Oh, and it's so easy to be a rose with you
Do you know how much you
Sometimes still pass through
My soul, in the moment of alternative truth
With every cell searching for you:
The moment I fall asleep
All I know is:
I used to dream in peace...

And do you know
The time I spend in this silence
That's when I miss you the most
And do you know how I find my inheritance?
You see, all my angels
All my angels turned out to be ghosts...