The Lens

One plus one makes a hell of a lot
When the money is tight and love's all you got
Some things make sense, some just don't
It all depends on right from wrong

And the lens you're looking through
Mine is filled with nothing but you
No I could never carry on if I couldn't see you
In my life

Some teardrops are filled are filled with pain
While others with joy fall just the same
It all depends on what you see
when they dry up and your vision is free

And the lens you're looking through
Mine is filled with nothing but you
No I could never carry on if I couldn't see you
In my life

It ain't black or white
Or violets of blue
It's whatever you see

In the lens you're looking through
Mine is filled with nothing but you
No I could never carry on if I couldn't see you
In my life



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Drummey
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