Letras: Wipers. Mystery.

You think I'm retrospective
Of someone you used to know
I think it's indecision
That leaves us a long way to go
But you say...
It's not that way...
Try to make amends
So it will never ends
You don't care about it
You don't care about it
You don't care about it
You don't care about it
But can't you see...
It's a mystery
I've always tried to wonder
How it must feel to be real
In one door out the other
Do you think it shows?