McCarl I'm an ivory tower boy Never quite put down the toys I always made the best of them all I see only sunny skies With the world in 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 glasses, yeah The one that I chose Is coloured [1: 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 As I grow a little more [unintelligible] And the brass ring is slipping away I will keep the glasses near Maybe shed a quiet tear Maybe smile inside as I say