Like the back of my hand

I see you dreaming but the lights are dim

I could draw your face without you even there

I know your face like the back of my hand

But a little bit better

A crowded room will I make it through

When you make up familiar faces that are strangers too

People dying without water while you throw away bottles

Half drank like the crumble in the company's followers

They don't want to hear it but they gotta hear it from someone

And nobody's stepping up to the plate

So I gotta relay my message

And nobody's stepping up to the plate

So I gotta relay my message

So tell me what do you see

When you look into the glass on the wall

The reflective surface do you see it all

Clearly now

Clearly now

So tell me what do you see

When you look into the glass on the wall

The reflective surface do you see it all

Clearly now

Clearly now

SESH