Tired Eyes کے بول

I raised my head from the riverbed and i tasted the air I built my home of oak and stone and i feasted on the animals and earth I raised my kids in modern beds and i taught them to take what's theirs I built this town on god and doubt and science (an economy of fear) I drained the pond and the woods beyond for dinner, and the river for a song The more i've got the more i want. i'm blinded…but i'm waking up! Tired eyes, open wide Blossom iris into lily white Tired eyes, open wide Salty brine - bluest sky Tired eyes, open wide Either side - all these veins of light!