Songs never sang
in circles that never end
we could never see beyond the bend
don't strain your eyes
we're already there.

Who paints your hands
who wrote your book
who will understand when they fail to look
don't strain your eyes
we're already there.

In clearview
in plainview
in clearview
in clearview

Songs never sang
in circles that never end
we could never see beyond our friends
don't look behind
we're already there

In clearview
in plainview
in clearview
in clearview

So stain the glass
and paint the skin
play the keys like they were God
divine without
divine within
change the trees from green to brown

In clearview
in plainview
in clearview
in clearview

If we'll see for now
then we won't fall out
if we'll see for here
maybe we'll feel more alive

So stain the glass
and paint the skin
play the keys like they were God
divine without
divine within
change the trees from green to brown
change the trees from green to brown