You come to me shrouded in mystery, Cloak and dagger, but I see a soul, And a beautiful mind. You watch me from behind the shadows, Dark and safe you're comfortable there, As I let down my hair. Climb up to my window, Leave your cloak at the door, Throw your mask on my floor, And look into my eyes. Or do you prefer the quiet? Do you want to know who I am, And what's on my mind? Or do you feel too naked? Raw and exposed, you show me yourself, And I respond in kind. Climb up to my window, Leave your cloak at the door, Throw your mask on my floor, And look into my eyes. Climb up to my window, Leave your cloak at the door, Throw your mask on my floor, And look into my eyes.