Rose Coloured Glasses

(Scott McCarl) I`m an ivory tower boy Never quite put down the toys I always think the best of them all I see only sunny skies With the wool over my eyes I never seem to find the crack or the fault I see it all through rose coloured glasses And I only see what matters to me I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah The road that I chose is coloured rose It`s a funny sort of haze All full of dreams of yesterdays And the dreams are so real you could cry And you know the grass is green On the side you`ve never seen And the thought is what helps you get by I see it all through rose coloured glasses And I only see what matters to me I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah The road that I chose is coloured rose As I grow a little more Wonder what this all is for And the brass ring is slipping away I would keep the glasses near And would shed a quiet tear And maybe smile inside as I say I see it all through rose coloured glasses And I only see what matters to me I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah The road that I chose is coloured...