Masquerade

if I could see you, one time, the way you dress If I could see you as you are the way God made you in the dress of Eve the way you may silently weep but all I see is masquerade all I see here is deceit if I could hear you, one time, the way you speak if you have anything to say sing me a song however quietly won't you come step out of the shade 'cause all I see is masquerade and all that I hear is masquerade 'caught between a very tight space and a long length of time I've no use for anything that's not completely mine take back your olive branch, your bird of freedom, mountain highs and valley lows pomp n circumstance in need of reason trim n prune that bloody rose 'cause all I see is masquerade all I see here is deceit if I could see you, one time, the way you are