I'll leave the room
Before the paintings multiply
And the newspaper dries
On that New York Times line
Her eyes move
I finally have solid proof
But the mailman bolts in
And applauds with a grin
Would you believe
It's you that I see
At the Same Time
The water's too clean
I can't help but flee
At the Same Time
It's afternoon
And the subtleties are coming through
Cuz the lighting is dim
And I'm starting to spin
Would you believe
It's you that I see
At the Same Time
The water's too clean
I can't help but flee
At the Same Time
Can I be a star and a son
Can I wage war but still want peace
Can I be a flirt and a lover
Can I be poor but still a rich man