You were the seeker
Then you found there€™s nothing to find
It€™ll all come down to you in its own good time
No one€™s the older
No one€™s the wiser
No one cares
When every step takes you from nowhere
Going from somewhere to here
Your quiet eyes almost vacant
There€™s no need to explain
The fine line between stealing and giving
In the landscape of the saint
You were the dreamer
Who got lost in your escape
When beauty became a prison
You found your freedom in the mundane
So when will I see what you see
You say it€™s got nothing to do with being worthy
When will I see what you see
When you€™ve gone and lost
What you thought you never had
And you€™re numb with the fear
That it€™s never coming back
It makes no difference
It€™s gonna be what it€™s gonna be
Sometimes the purest gold comes from
The hands of a thief
So when will I see what you see
You say it€™s got noting to do with being worthy
When will I see what you see
When will I see what you see