I've got a hole in my arm
At least it is not in my heart
And there was a joke in the hall that fell like a stone on you
And you will soon realize
That on your own your eyes don't work as they did
They see things in a different way
I've got a friend who says: "I don't know why I keep trying again and again"
But I've got a feeling that all that will change
But then how can we ever be sure of anything at all?
And you will soon realize
That on your own your eyes don't work as they did
They see things in a different way
I've got a hole in my arm
From all the rockets that fell