You know it's true we're both the same.
In a storm of words we get lost in what is said.
You know me and you see through me.
So why are you confused by the things i say and do?
Do you know me?

You see the strain upon my face
Please , don't rain on my parade.
It comes to light, it comes in waves,
It's gone too late.

It goes astray, it goes too far and you say
It's clear i know where all your buttons are.
It's not so strange, you know, it's not so queer
That i know they're there 'cause i'm the one
Who put them there, exactly as you feared.
I know you and i see though you
So why am i surprised by the things you say and do?
I don't know why.

I see the strain upon your face.
I won't rain on your parade.
It comes to light it comes in waves.
It's gone too late.
Don't steal the smile fom off my face.
Please don't rain on my parade...

I know that i can't replace you
And it would be a lie to say that i could ever try.

It's gone too late
It's gone too late
It cuts too ways
It cuts too ways
It's gone too late