Window Dressing Lyrics
| Song | Window Dressing |
| Artist | Tiles |
| Album | Window Dressing |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Herin, Whittle | |
| Show me what I want to see | |
| If it keeps you safe | |
| PART ONE | |
| Tell me what I want to hear | |
| And what keeps you safe | |
| Talk tempts fate | |
| The game is engaged | |
| She plays with fire | |
| Vanity sidesteps around common senses | |
| Shrugging off conscience embracing pride | |
| Twisted scenes bring comfort in delusion | |
| Hide reality from the line of sight | |
| The harvest to intrude | |
| Fight proof | |
| Hollow her words ringing absurd | |
| Lies to save face compounds disgrace | |
| Light filters through the veil exposing guilt | |
| Clutch the straws of logic lost | |
| Hanging on the cross | |
| Ignorance lives in bliss with blinders on | |
| While it shows denial is en vogue | |
| Age-old wisdom's whisper dies from neglect | |
| Our egos to protect | |
| Now that I know | |
| How little we know | |
| About each other | |
| Tracing an image of a portrait | |
| That we wish was true | |
| But the colors run | |
| Faces I see | |
| Tell little about | |
| What to believe | |
| Layers of window dressing | |
| Barely hint at what's beneath | |
| Covered up like paint on rust | |
| Who to trust? | |
| Dress the window | |
| Draw the shade | |
| Light and darkness trade... | |
| PART TWO | |
| If I can still recall | |
| Simplicity seemed like nothing at all | |
| Summertime days to spend without end | |
| Hazy warm faint scent of pine gracing the air | |
| We let our whims take us away | |
| Not to return as Eden drew to a close | |
| Careless deeds strip my faith | |
| Heart on ice I retreat | |
| I wish true were false and fiction real | |
| Bit by bit the mirage fades from view | |
| Never taught finally learned | |
| The corner turned | |
| Wish I may wish I might | |
| Forget illusion's charm | |
| Now that I know | |
| How little we know | |
| About each other | |
| Tracing an image of a portrait | |
| That we wish was true | |
| Fashion covers all we hope to hide | |
| Faces I see | |
| Tell little about | |
| What to believe | |
| Layers of window dressing | |
| Barely hint at what's beneath | |
| Now that I know | |
| How nothing we show | |
| Really matters | |
| Optimistic - pessimistic | |
| Expectation to blame | |
| PART THREE | |
| So much happens that we can't perceive | |
| Safe in a cloak of ignorance | |
| With passing time childish notions finally die | |
| When the pain we endure | |
| Compounds with consciousness | |
| Delusions to protect and survive | |
| Reflecting on what I know I will never know | |
| Curtains drawn concealing the light of truth |
| zuo qu : Herin, Whittle | |
| Show me what I want to see | |
| If it keeps you safe | |
| PART ONE | |
| Tell me what I want to hear | |
| And what keeps you safe | |
| Talk tempts fate | |
| The game is engaged | |
| She plays with fire | |
| Vanity sidesteps around common senses | |
| Shrugging off conscience embracing pride | |
| Twisted scenes bring comfort in delusion | |
| Hide reality from the line of sight | |
| The harvest to intrude | |
| Fight proof | |
| Hollow her words ringing absurd | |
| Lies to save face compounds disgrace | |
| Light filters through the veil exposing guilt | |
| Clutch the straws of logic lost | |
| Hanging on the cross | |
| Ignorance lives in bliss with blinders on | |
| While it shows denial is en vogue | |
| Ageold wisdom' s whisper dies from neglect | |
| Our egos to protect | |
| Now that I know | |
| How little we know | |
| About each other | |
| Tracing an image of a portrait | |
| That we wish was true | |
| But the colors run | |
| Faces I see | |
| Tell little about | |
| What to believe | |
| Layers of window dressing | |
| Barely hint at what' s beneath | |
| Covered up like paint on rust | |
| Who to trust? | |
| Dress the window | |
| Draw the shade | |
| Light and darkness trade... | |
| PART TWO | |
| If I can still recall | |
| Simplicity seemed like nothing at all | |
| Summertime days to spend without end | |
| Hazy warm faint scent of pine gracing the air | |
| We let our whims take us away | |
| Not to return as Eden drew to a close | |
| Careless deeds strip my faith | |
| Heart on ice I retreat | |
| I wish true were false and fiction real | |
| Bit by bit the mirage fades from view | |
| Never taught finally learned | |
| The corner turned | |
| Wish I may wish I might | |
| Forget illusion' s charm | |
| Now that I know | |
| How little we know | |
| About each other | |
| Tracing an image of a portrait | |
| That we wish was true | |
| Fashion covers all we hope to hide | |
| Faces I see | |
| Tell little about | |
| What to believe | |
| Layers of window dressing | |
| Barely hint at what' s beneath | |
| Now that I know | |
| How nothing we show | |
| Really matters | |
| Optimistic pessimistic | |
| Expectation to blame | |
| PART THREE | |
| So much happens that we can' t perceive | |
| Safe in a cloak of ignorance | |
| With passing time childish notions finally die | |
| When the pain we endure | |
| Compounds with consciousness | |
| Delusions to protect and survive | |
| Reflecting on what I know I will never know | |
| Curtains drawn concealing the light of truth |
| zuò qǔ : Herin, Whittle | |
| Show me what I want to see | |
| If it keeps you safe | |
| PART ONE | |
| Tell me what I want to hear | |
| And what keeps you safe | |
| Talk tempts fate | |
| The game is engaged | |
| She plays with fire | |
| Vanity sidesteps around common senses | |
| Shrugging off conscience embracing pride | |
| Twisted scenes bring comfort in delusion | |
| Hide reality from the line of sight | |
| The harvest to intrude | |
| Fight proof | |
| Hollow her words ringing absurd | |
| Lies to save face compounds disgrace | |
| Light filters through the veil exposing guilt | |
| Clutch the straws of logic lost | |
| Hanging on the cross | |
| Ignorance lives in bliss with blinders on | |
| While it shows denial is en vogue | |
| Ageold wisdom' s whisper dies from neglect | |
| Our egos to protect | |
| Now that I know | |
| How little we know | |
| About each other | |
| Tracing an image of a portrait | |
| That we wish was true | |
| But the colors run | |
| Faces I see | |
| Tell little about | |
| What to believe | |
| Layers of window dressing | |
| Barely hint at what' s beneath | |
| Covered up like paint on rust | |
| Who to trust? | |
| Dress the window | |
| Draw the shade | |
| Light and darkness trade... | |
| PART TWO | |
| If I can still recall | |
| Simplicity seemed like nothing at all | |
| Summertime days to spend without end | |
| Hazy warm faint scent of pine gracing the air | |
| We let our whims take us away | |
| Not to return as Eden drew to a close | |
| Careless deeds strip my faith | |
| Heart on ice I retreat | |
| I wish true were false and fiction real | |
| Bit by bit the mirage fades from view | |
| Never taught finally learned | |
| The corner turned | |
| Wish I may wish I might | |
| Forget illusion' s charm | |
| Now that I know | |
| How little we know | |
| About each other | |
| Tracing an image of a portrait | |
| That we wish was true | |
| Fashion covers all we hope to hide | |
| Faces I see | |
| Tell little about | |
| What to believe | |
| Layers of window dressing | |
| Barely hint at what' s beneath | |
| Now that I know | |
| How nothing we show | |
| Really matters | |
| Optimistic pessimistic | |
| Expectation to blame | |
| PART THREE | |
| So much happens that we can' t perceive | |
| Safe in a cloak of ignorance | |
| With passing time childish notions finally die | |
| When the pain we endure | |
| Compounds with consciousness | |
| Delusions to protect and survive | |
| Reflecting on what I know I will never know | |
| Curtains drawn concealing the light of truth |
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