This house is your own
still living alone
it don't make you sad
but I think it's good to be green

the summer is gone
and spring don't belong
the traces are here
for long winter
I miss the green
it used to be clean

if you want to be free
please don't fall for me
i could be anyone
but your friend

if you open the door
I'll give a whole lot more
I could be anyone
but your friend

the assumption is good
though not likelihood
and my feeling is true
I want to be living
with you

the truth it begins
we're breathing it in
with shadows of doubt
in time we will
I miss the green
it used to be clean

Anyone Anyone
Anyone No no no

seeing is believing
the feeling is deceiving
you know it's the truth
when you find that you
can't talk
leaving on this
all into chaos
seeing is feeling is
seeing is you