Rose Coloured Glasses

I'm an ivory tower boy

Never quite put down the toys

I always made the best of them all

I see only sunny skies

With the world in my eyes

I never seem to find the crack or the fault

I see it all through rose-coloured glasses

And I only see what matters to me

I see you all through rose-coloured glasses, yeah

The one that I chose

Is coloured [1: rose ]

It's a funny sort of haze

All full of dreams of yesterdays

And the dreams are so real you could cry

And you know the grass is green

On the side you've never seen

And the thought is what helps you get by

As I grow a little more

[unintelligible]

And the brass ring is slipping away

I will keep the glasses near

Maybe shed a quiet tear

Maybe smile inside as I say