When You’ve No Eyes - Alec Ounsworth

When You've No Eyes - Alec Ounsworth
Written by：Alec Ounsworth
Let's take a walk
Bottom the ocean
I guess the sun chases down the tide
And taxi cabs go rushing 'round
Up in the world
You've had enough
But you've had something
And now there's someone on the line
Selling pages ripped from some holy book
The telephone
Says you ain't coming home
For you have found another boy
And there's nothing wrong with that dear
No nothing's wrong
There's nothing wrong
Now counting cards
In South New Jersey
Repaying pigeons falling from the wild
And when Señor starts a-winking at the waitress
Who's thinking that someone special lies awak
For her in the middle of the night
I shed my eyes
I pinch my thighs
Oh how time flies
When you've no eyes
So sing it hard
And play it hard old boys
As country burns in its own dumb might
And sons of Jesus go spraypaint walls
And disappear into the night
And there's disease
There's always hatred
And there are all these weddings in the New York Times
And at the end of the day the toast is spilled but there's still the wine
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright
Alright