Call me, tell me, we should meet tomorrow
I can't see things quite your way
But I think that I could show you
Things that lie below your thoughts and words
And your gardens and your stained glass day
Times you come to me and said you don't know why
I think that there might be something wrong
You could change your thoughts before I go
But then you'd know that you were right
Where I wanted you and you didn't know
You were meant to worship and to choose
Anything you want but now it looks like you will lose
All the things you needed when you were the one
Can't be found, you know, they've just begun
To crumble all around you
And you see them tumble down
Without a thought or care for you
Oh, what you do