Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure I don't turn to dust
If you're resenting mine,
Then my mind lives in fear
And deep in this voice there's a dirty british sea
Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure I don't turn to dust
There's a path to make that lead,
And paths when I get scared,
And a path to try likely with the clouds beneath my feet
And the light keep falling, the blinds are dancing
It's just so passive
Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure I don't turn to dust
