Highway Natives - The Lens

One plus one makes a hell of a lot
When the money is tight and love's all you got
Some things make sense, some just don't
It all depends on right from wrong
And the lens you're looking through
Mine is filled with nothing but you
No I could never carry on if I couldn't see you
In my life
Some tear drops are filled are filled with pain
While others with joy fall just the same
It all depends on what you see
when they dry up and your vision is free
And the lens you're looking through
Mine is filled with nothing but you
No I could never carry on if I couldn't see you
In my life
It ain't black or white
Or violets of blue
It's whatever you see
In the lens you're looking through
Mine is filled with nothing but you
No I could never carry on if I couldn't see you
In my life

Written by:
Arthur Scarazzo, Arthur Stover, Brandon Moore, Jordan Miller, Matthew Drummey

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