If

you

look

at

your

ref-

lec-

tion

at

the

bot-

tom

of

the

well

What

you

see

is

on-

ly

on

the

sur-

face

When

you

try

to

see

the

mean-

ing,

hid-

den

un-

der-

neath

The

mea-

sure

of

the

depth

can

be

de-

ceiv-

ing

The

bot-

tom

has

a

roc-

ky

re-

pu-

ta-

tion

You

can

feel

it

in

the

dis-

tance

the

deep-

er

down

You

stare

From

up

a-

bove

it's

hard

to

see

But

you

know

when

you're

there

On

the

bot-

tom

words

are

shal-

low

The

sur-

face

talk

is

cheap

You

can

on-

ly

judge

the

dis-

tance

by

the

com-

pa-

ny

you

keep

In

the

eyes

of

the

con-

fes-

sor

In

the

eyes

of

the

con-

fes-

sor

There's

no

place

you

can

hide

You

can't

hide

from

the

eyes

Don't

you

ev-

en

try

In

the

eyes

of

the

con-

fes-

sor

You

can't

tell

a

lie

You

can-

not

tell

a

lie

Strip

you

down

to

size

Na-

ked

as

the

day

that

you

were

born

Na-

ked

as

the

day

that

you

were

born

Take

all

the

trau-

ma,

dra-

ma,

com-

ments

The

guilt

and

doubt

and

shame

The

what

if's

and

if

on-

ly's

The

shack-

les

and

the

chains

The

vio-

lence

and

ag-

gres-

sion

The

pet-

ti-

ness

and

scorn

The

jea-

lou-

sy

and

hat-

red

The

temp-

est

and

dis-

cord

And

give

it

up