i believe the mysteries in your heart the secret codes the winding roads you part but when all is said and all is done the blinded night is waiting for the sun some of the most beautiful sights in the world are the thoughts we create of the unknown youre just the metaphor that i ve waited for and when the clouds breathe in your cheap perfume they wonder love if youre from above or spent the night in the devils dressing room cause the most beautiful sights in the world are the thoughts we create of the unknown youre just the metaphor that i ve waited for oh youre a metaphor that ive waited for no ones holding you down not left right or uptown