| Bright Eyes |
|---|
| Is it a kind of dream |
| Floating out on the tide |
| Following the river of death downstream? |
| Or is it a dream? |
| There’s a fog along the horizon |
| A strange glow in the sky |
| And nobody seems to know where you go |
| And what does it mean? |
| Oh is it a dream? |
| Bright eyes |
| Burning like fire |
| Bright eyes |
| How can you close and fail? |
| How can the light that burned so brightly |
| Suddenly burn so pale? |
| Bright eyes |
| Is it a kind of shadow |
| Reaching into the night |
| Wandering over the hills unseen |
| Or is it a dream? |
| There’s a high wind in the trees |
| A cold sound in the air |
| And nobody ever knows when you go |
| And where do you start |
| Oh, into the dark |
