With your hands on your ears, I see you reading
And it doesn’t even matter that everyone can see you
In you there is no masquerade, just purity and realness
From head to toe discrepancy, unlike anyone here

In you there is a fire, your warmth shines onto me
I bet you find bestsellers and crimes exactly as unreadable
In you I see a lighting, and if it struck me I wouldn’t mind
You're beautiful because you wear your dismay in your smile

In you there is no imitation, just a delicate strong mind
And with an attitude like that, I believe you can survive

In you there is a rose, to harm anyone, you're too shy
But your intentions of revolt are bursting inside
In you there is a darksome cloud with a very friendly vibe
A gloomy look is simply the most soothing in our time

With your hands on your ears, I see you reading
And it doesn’t even matter, that everyone can see you
In your face I see happiness, with a shimmer of decline
I bet your bookshelf looks similar to mine