When you pull away the dome
And I see past the glass
As you see, see and know
Damn it! I trust you.

It’s not your smoke. It’s mine.
It’s not your cloak. It’s mine.
It’s not your shield. It’s mine.
It’s not your veil. It’s mine.

When you pull away the dome
And I see past the glass
As you see, see and know
Damn it! I trust you.