We look upon the water and we see-
Among the sticks and twigs of chaos’ reign-
The type of person that we long to be.

The changes undertaken are in vain,
Beneath the surface creatures cry in pain-
We look upon the water and we see

The imperfections; all the things that feign
The other’s interest, if we just became
The type of person that we long to be...

But as our eyes grow tired and necks crane
And as our souls erupt in hatred’s flame,
We look upon the water and we see...

We see, through glasses fogged by pouring rain
The looking glass that lies and causes pain,
The type of person that we long to be.

Our imperfections cloud our views, they reign
Upon us and make misery a game-
We look upon the water and we see
The type of person that we long to be.