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 then there, exactly as you feared
I know you and I see through 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 from 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 two ways
It cuts two ways
It's gone too late