Lyrics
There's a power in that division
In the hour of revision
yYu revisit the dank and the dour,
When the taste of love has all but gone
Sour
When I look into your eyes I surrender
Such surrender is rendered justified
You stand with a boot upon my Fender
Reflecting on my
Glass eye
There amongst the willows and the briars
On the streets between the man made spires
In the triangulation of too many wires
Love's translation still transpires
Every girl is like a pearl
Hearts strung along and then left stranded
This world is worn, all frayed and torn
Men in uniform is not what love had demanded
When I look into your eyes I surrender
Such surrender is rendered justified
You stand with a boot upon my Fender
Gingham hiked high
Reflecting on my
Glass eye
I lost me my eye in a battle
Went there to rattle their cage
And I lost sight of the big picture
Now this permanent fixture is your (my) rage
You're looking just so fine
Reflecting on my
Glass eye
