I don't trick myself with metaphors
There is actually a plane in the sky
And I don't trick myself with symbols
Those birds really fly

And I don't trick my mind
It's my mind that tricks me
And when I lie here alone
That's why
She's with me

And god runs earth
So I believe
She makes it rain
And blows trees

And god runs me
So I believe
So I don't have to worry
When it's time I'll leave

And I don't trick my eye
It's really clouds in the sky
And I don't trick my skin
This is cold is proof I'm still here

And I don't use a lot of metaphors
Cause life is rich enough
Symbols too come more than go
Because the truth is just more true.