If you ever try to change your point of view, To see yourself, to see the things you do. Like you’re not you but someone else is looking down, You’ll be down, you’ll be up, you’ll be down again.
Look at yourself like you never did before, And you’ll see the eyes of the stranger as your own. His eyes are red, his soul is black, his blood is blue, And you will find out what it means when you change your point of view.
Waiting for the miracle, Dreaming night and day, Never been self-critical, But the sun is sinking anyway.
No need to lie, no need to hide the truth, And start again like you were never you. You’re always you but no one wants to see, Your real face, your true identity.
Look at yourself like your never did before, And you’ll see the eyes of the stranger as your own. His eyes are red, his soul is black, his blood is blue, And you will find out what it means when you change your point of view.
Waiting for the miracle, Dreaming night and day, Never been self-critical, But the sun is sinking anyway.