Из альбома: When We Leave, We Will Know Where We've Been
You're making great leaps, son
You're taking great risks
There are a few things I haven't told you yet
Sit right down I'll bear it all It's time I should come clean,
That it's all smoke and mirrors from here on out
Draw back the blinds, tear down the curtains
There's nothing behind
They may tell you otherwise,
And it may appear to be that way
But it just ain't so