I can't be worrying worrying all the time about the truth I have to worry 'bout the truth that can be lived with The naked truth is undisguised and barefacedly ruthless So I pick out the worries I can cope with I can't be facing the reality with my eyes skinned The truth is meant to be refined, not taken raw So don't worry me with worries I have chosen to present On my doorstep, every time I come and go Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin And that is the difference between Losing your marbles, drinking the salty sea Or swallowing the fresh water From the streams It's a thin line between turquoise and green Every moment has a different shade I color my poor trail with tones in between Cherishing illusions I made With one leg in the future and the other in the past I face the now that I am able to inhale The truth I chose to speak of is the one I want to last A partial half-truth, that's allowing me to fail And that is the difference between Losing your marbles, drinking the salty sea Or swallowing the fresh water From the streams It's a thin line between turquoise and green Every moment has a different shade I color my poor trail with tones in between Cherishing illusions I made