Keep your beady eyes on me To make sure I don't turn to dust If fear is in the mind, then my mind lives in fear as deep in this voice then a dirty British sea
Keep your beady eyes on me To make sure I don't turn to dust
There's paths to make that be And paths where I get scared And paths to thread lightly with the clouds beneath my feet
(Oooh)
And the light keep falling, the blinds are dancing with everyone It's just so passive, tiny hands with everyone
Keep your beady eyes on me To make sure I don't turn to dust