| Well, they were just observations |
| Your picture of reality |
| My picture of reality |
| What is it anyway? |
| This life, what’s it all about? |
| We are young and know nothing |
| and want it all |
| For as long as I can remember |
| Sometimes I just want to finish and start again |
| With no one and everyone |
| What’s your picture of reality? |
| My picture of reality is this love, am I in it? |
| Just want to start and finish |
| Start again with everyone |
| And your observations conjuring up your life |
| What you see, what you hear around you |
| It makes one complete moment |
| It’s yours, keep it, just hold it |
| Picture frames of |
| There’s sometimes what it’s |
| All about, so do you, so do you |
| With my eyes still closed |
| To find the wide-open space |
| Lush water and sunlight and colorful air |
| It seemed so clear, so lucid in my mind |
| that it was almost real, almost there |
| I’ll keep that moment alive |
| I’ll keep it alive in my mind |