You're impatient   I get bored when there's no conversation   I lose desire 'cuz you're not what you appear to be   Not what you appear to be      Imperfection has left no trace upon you   Your reflection -- you depend upon it   You might be beautiful but what's behind it?   You have a pretty face but what are you hiding?      I'd rather stare at the stains on my window   Than look into those immaculate eyes   I'd rather gaze at the dust on my pillow   Than look into those immaculate eyes      Invitation   Signals you are sending   Hesitation like a neverending vertigo inside of me   Vertigo      No doubt I could look at you for hours   But it's no good when good looks overpower   You might be beautiful but what's behind it?   You have a pretty face but what are you hiding?      I'd rather stare at the stains on my window   Than look into those immaculate eyes   I'd rather gaze at the dust on my pillow   Than look into those immaculate eyes      If there's more to you than meets the eye   Why can't I find it?   You laugh sweetly   When I ask you if your beauty's skin-deep      I'd rather gaze at the dust on my pillow   Than look into those immaculate eyes   Your immaculate eyes