like a ghost he softly floats on in
the light reflecting off his skin
white on white he disappears
you wouldn't know he's sitting here

reds and yellows start to bloom
as he clones the color of the room
the perfect shade -he blends right in
he's everyone's chameleon friend

so tell me now
who do i see
is this the real thing
smiling back at me
there's nothing here
nothing better
than the real thing

walking through a field of green
he blends into another scene
above the pastel clouds float by
he used to have the strength to fly

twisted up in reds and blues
too many years of different hues
shade on shade his soul turns black
please, baby bring my white sun back

so tell me now
who do i see
is this the real thing
smiling back at me
there's nothing here
nothing better
than the real thing