(Luke Bulla/Chris Thile)

Cool water, blue eyes cover me
If they could come as close, I'd let them see
Getting down again, playing one more song
It's all I really wanted, who's to say that's wrong

Ain't that what you want them to know?
All they get of you is what they get out of the show
The rest is mine, I guess,
The beauty and the mess to hide

I throw myself under and down I go again
Just a little bit hard letting them in
Looking at the world through you see eyes
I hide in the spotlight, it's a great disguise

Ain't that what you want them to know?
All they get of you is what they get out of the show
The rest is mine, I guess,
The beauty and the mess to hide

Behind the melody, the words don't mean a thing
An' every tune I play would give whatever I've not said away
Behind the melody, the words don't mean a thing
An' every tune I play would give whatever I've not said away
Behind the melody, the words don't mean a thing
An' every tune I play would give whatever I've not said away

Ain't that what you want them to know?
All they, all they get of you is all they get of you is what they get out of the show
The rest is mine, I guess,
The beauty and the mess

Ain't that what you want them to know?
All they get of you is what they get out of the show
The rest is mine, I guess,
The beauty and the mess

The rest, the rest is mine, I guess,
The beauty and the mess

The rest, the rest is mine, I guess,
The beauty and the mess, to