Wheel

all i want to know is if it can be done, and even so, how? isn't it the same as me? i want to be a face in your crowd i'm alone in your house with your mark all around all cold windows, like suffering if you tell me it's a wheel could we turn it around if i tell you it's a wheel what you wear like a crown? all the world you can't see is fabric in the mind oh no one knows, it's imagined sight if you tell me it's a wheel could we turn it around if i tell you it's a wheel what you wear like a crown?