Some people suffer living alone    And feel the emptiness    of a relationship that turned into dust    and some wait for all of their lives    because they're too afraid    and they let their train go by       and some will never say no    living on the frailty    of never letting go    always hiding behind a mask    and though there's finally a pleasence of being always on their own    while others waltz a perfect heart (?)    and a home (?)       It's because you are    Like a filter to me    that i'll see the future brighter    than they'll ever see       And I know you are    All the colors I breathe    You have the pen that's writing down    the fairy tale that pictures    you and me       Some people suffer poverty    in a love affair    and others like to live their love    in the rain    And some live a million affairs    believing all the time that no one will feel or care    Some people wait    Holding back their faith    Because their wounds will never heal    Made by rumors building hate    Or someone who's in a sin    Some people find a pleasence of being always on the road    While others waltz a perfect heart    and a home       It's because you are    Like a filter to me    that i'll see the future brighter    than they'll ever see       And I know you are    All the colors I breathe    You have the pen that's writing down    the fairy tale that pictures    you and me       (Instrumental part)       It's because you are    Like a filter to me    that i'll see the future brighter    than they'll ever see       And I know you are    All the colors I breathe    You have the pen that's writing down    the fairy tale that pictures    you and me