I raised my head from the riverbed and I tasted the air
I built my home of oak and stone and I feasted on the animals and earth
I raised my kids in modern beds and I taught them to take what's theirs
I built this town on god and doubt and science (an economy of fear)
I drained the pond and the woods beyond for dinner, and the river for a song
The more I've got the more I want. I'm blinded but I'm waking up!
Tired eyes, open wide
Blossom iris into lily white
Tired eyes, open wide
Salty brine, bluest sky
Tired eyes, open wide
Either side, all these veins of light!