How would I know if you are feeling blue, when you hide behind those stoned faces?
How would I know when you are leaving when all you do is hang around looking for some reason?
How would I know when you want to say something when you’re not even looking at me?
How would I know the change when you think it is not?
Would you tell the world that this is your home?
Would you dance in the clouds and sing with the wind?
Would the colors reflect your moods at present?
Which would be better, love or blindness?
Is this making any sense?