Some lives form a perfect circle
Some take shapes you can't predict
If everything seems cut and dried
Then you don't know the half of it

Some people read like open books
Some will take a second glance
Some lives have a sense of purpose
Some seen ruled by circumstance

Some lives form a perfect circle
Some take shapes you can't predict
If everything seems cut and dried
Well, you don't know the half of it

Some settle for what they get
Some are never satisfied
You see things in black and white
And all I see is the color of your eyes