I picture the sunnSharpen my mindnCrayola my own skynnHow would it benIf there was someonenTo love you it'd be oknnFrom the suns of my own facenHead in my handsnAnd I'm out of placennChorus:nIf I had a key to turn my insides outnWould I like what I find therenOr would I be misjudged from the outsidenAppearances are so misleadingnI can give myself awaynnThere's so much time to wastenOnly a billion things that havenA bitter aftertastenCan't you break away in tonA place I cannot seenThe forgetful things we donnI can't picture your facenOr your hands in minenAnd you're out of placenn(chorus)nnIf you could would younLike to run away I'd follow younIf you could would younLike to run away I'd follow younIf you could would younLike to run away I'd follow younIf you could would younLike to run awaynn(chorus)nnAppearances are so misleadingnAppearances are so misleading