Standing outside
In what I am I see so clear
But your eyes are clouded
And this veil's too hard to wear

Not where, who

Love the golden
The golden of heart
The truth seers
The spirit seekers

They know you
They can see through this, your costume of skin

Let the others
The others lost in themselves
Lost in definitions
Playing with labels

So blind they can't feel your heart beating beside them

They think they recognize the rhythm of you  
But that song they jump to claim they know so well
Is a stranger
Not even a distant relative

A foreign sound
Echoing through the cold, empty cavern you inhabit alone

But this lonely location
Born from your mind
But alive in your chest
Becomes you the longer you stay there beside them

Them the searching
Them the lost
Them the blind
To the treasures of the world they'll never find
With eyes hung up on what's outside.