Testo di Eyeball

Oh, isn't it strange, That people have eyes That sit, twitching about, For most of their lives And oh, it can't be denied, With bodies so sweet So young and so lithe, Infront of our brains Oh isn't it strange, We've got pairs of eyes When I remember my dreams, They're always with you I crack those orbs at the seams, And suck out the juice I'd use those eyelashes as Brooms to clean up my house You're coming here soon, You're bringing relief And terrible truths and Love and abuse Oh, isn't it strange, That people have eyes That rest in sockets of bone, So peaceful and quiet And isn't it strange, That people have eyes