Open my eyes and I turn to the east
Close my eyes to a lifestyle in the west
Suspicious of the reason for a gift and of the hand
Painting pictures of a woman of a man
Open my wings and I fly to the south
You give me crap and say it's for the best
Lots of little people feeding people in the square
I opened my arms as I ran to the south
Recycling words I screamed for more
Stumbling to my feet I took a message to the hand
Constructing pictures of a woman of a man
In ignorant confusion I turned to the east
Closed my eyes to a family in the west
Lots of little people leading people in the square
Open my eyes and I turn to the east
Close my eyes to a place in the west
Painting little pictures of a room and of a man
Believing as only a dreamer really can
I open my wings and I fly to the south
You give me crap and say it's for the best
Lots of little people eating people in the square
THE VOICE HAS CHANGED