i´m an ivory tower boy
never quite put down the toys
i always made the best of them all
i see only sunny skies
with the world in my eyes
i never seem to find the crack or the fault

i see it all through rose-coloured glasses
and i only see what matters to me
i see you all through rose-coloured glasses, yeah
the one that i chose
is coloured [1: rose]
it´s a funny sort of haze
all full of dreams of yesterdays
and the dreams are so real you could cry
and you know the grass is green
on the side you´ve never seen
and the thought is what helps you get by

as i grow a little more
[unintelligible]
and the brass ring is slipping away
i will keep the glasses near
maybe shed a quiet tear
maybe smile inside as i say

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