If you love it, you may be loving yourself
If you hate it, you may be hating yourself
If you're waiting on it, you may be waiting on yourself
And what you see in it may be a reflection, may be a reflection
Can you know without being shown
Can you flow without losing hold
You were my sweetest light, when all the others were a pass time
And I need you now like I needed you then; as an anchor and as a friend
In the void, it's the love, it's the emptiness above
If you hate it you may be hating yourself, and what you see in it may be a reflection
It's the call, it's the solipsism, it's the self-obsessed human condition
And every lie I've ever known once was the truth waiting to be disproved
If you love it, you may be loving yourself
If you hate it, you may be hating yourself
If you're waiting on it, you may be waiting on yourself
And what you see in it may be a reflection, may be a reflection
Can you know without being shown
Can you flow without losing hold