A broken picture on the wall

A silhouette of twisted truth

The glass, it shattered over and over again

Each new frame, it wouldn't do

Are you really calling for me?

Is there more than I can see?

Could there be beauty lost in the confusion?

Because I can't find the forest in the trees

So I trace the lines around the edge

The hints of red, the faded blue

It seems a masterpiece is crying out from underneath

My eyes are failing, where are you?

Where are you?

Are you really calling for me?

Is there more than I can see?

Could there be beauty lost in the confusion?

Because I can't find the forest in the trees

The trees, Oh they keep the truth at bay

I can't find it, not matter what they say

It seems like noise anyway

Are you really calling for me?

Is there more than I can see?

Could there be beauty lost in the confusion?

The story's not as settled as it seems

Could there be beauty lost in the confusion?

Because I can't find the forest in the trees