you, like a thermometer right outside
I can see from the kitchen window

what is real, what it’s really like
you, when the mirrors stretch and wave
when the image is dark and crazy and it’s all I can see

your reality is my good medicine
tell me who we are and who I am
your reality is my good medicine
tell me who we are
and who I am

you, you find me in the playback room
playing back everything I’ve said
every little thing I’ve said
you, when I cannot trust myself
when the soundings are deep and lonely
and I seem to have lost my way

chorus

the only part of this that throws me off
is you’re too good to be true

chorus


Words and music by Sara Groves

Behind the Song:
To Troy