(scott mccarl) Im an ivory tower boy Never quite put down the toys I always think the best of them all I see only sunny skies With the wool over 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 classes, yeah The road that I chose is coloured rose Its 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 youve never seen And the thought is what helps you get by I see it all through rose coloured glasses And I only see what matters to me I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah The road that I chose is coloured rose As I grow a little more Wonder what this all is for And the brass ring is slipping away I would keep the glasses near And would shed a quiet tear And maybe smile inside as I say I see it all through rose coloured glasses And I only see what matters to me I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah The road that I chose is coloured...