Eyes Grow Heavy
Neil Finn

We stand on guard ’til our eyes get so heavy
We hang on tight ‘til our hands go so weak
All precaution prepares you for nothing
And lights go down on the street

And when the morning comes
You won’t remember too much
Of anything at all

But in my future of fantastic visions
They’re tall and sleek and they tower over me
Tie me down and I’ll beg them for mercy
I’m paralysed in my sleep

And when the morning comes
You won’t remember too much
Of anything at all

Before they break in and steal the silver
Thieves come ‘round to admire the lock
At the end of each waking hour
Just one more chime on the clock

And when the moment comes
You won’t be aware of this touch
Or anything at all

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