Have you noticed How it grows From a point that barely shows? In the harness For the harvest Of the love that does enclose Baby, all eyes on the road Where the future's ghosts explode Maiming millions But it can't hurt more than this
Changing focus Changing shape Get the dirt down on the tape In the harness For the harvest Of its breath upon the nape Baby, all eyes on the band Marching into No Man's Land It's a minefield But it can't hurt more than this
Baby, all eyes on the screen Where the markets crash and wane Wiping billions But it can't hurt more than this
Throw my body In the hole With the garbage of my soul In the harness I relinquish Every notion of control Baby, all eyes on the door Watching for that fiery roar It's a furnace But it can't hurt more than this
Baby, all eyes on the road Where the future's ghosts explode Strafing millions But it can't hurt more than this
Compositor: David Gray (PRS)Editor: Green Scar LimitedECAD verificado obra #30201563 em 09/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM