If you think about all the time you've wasted
Wondering whether or not you'd make it
Picturing what they all look like naked
Through the Night
Follow me down Alice
Yellow brick road Dorothy
Keep eating the apple Eve
And see that make-believe
Truth is what you make it
You don't go mistaking it
Point your finger at the point your missin
You'd find yourself thinking a bit too much
Of things that you will never touch
Or see that everything is such a
Waste of time
So...
Follow me down Alice
Yellow brick road Dorothy
Keep eating the apple Eve
And become your beliefs
Truth are what you make of them
You don't go mistaking them
Point your finger at the point your missin
See the truth you're missin