Building towers high
But there's nothing inside
There's nothing inside
Things you hide behind
Are covered in your lies
Covered in your lies
The stories you tell, you tell to yourself
They're getting old
Wish you could be, be something real
'Cause every face you paint, I can see right through
Every stroke of gold is only black and blue
And everything you say don't seem like it's the truth
'Cause your shadow only shows every shade of you
Baby, I can see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
Look what you became
Nothing 'bout you is the same
Nothing 'bout you is the same
Smoke and mirrors fade
So what of you remains?
What of you remains?
The stories you tell, you tell to yourself
They're getting old
Wish you could be, be something real
'Cause every face you paint, I can see right through
Every stroke of gold is only black and blue
And everything you say don't seem like it's the truth
'Cause your shadow only shows every shade of you
Baby, I can see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
Everything you say don't seem like it's the truth
'Cause your shadow only shows every shade of you
Baby, I can see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
I see your colors, I see your colors
