Livin' in the basement and losin' my mind
Smokin' mother nature until i go blind
And if you live long enough you're bound to see it all
For example take the girly apparition in my hall
Shakin' her finger and lookin' at me
But there's something not right about the way she sees
She got white eyes
She say everybody here gonna have white eyes
(she got white eyes)
A mess, Under Three Paper Glasses
on glass, on glass, on glass, on glass
Now a week in the country is just what i need
It gets so quiet i can hear myself bleed
And there's a moon on the mountain
A wind through the trees
And i still couldn't tell you how that ghost girl receives
She seems to be committin' an optical crime
She is a spectre spectacle lookin' at me all the time
With white eyes
She say everybody here gonna have white eyes
(she got white eyes)
When they die
And if you got those baby blues,
Baby get ready to kiss them goodbye
(goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye)
Sights are no longer what they might seem
As her freight train picks up it's head of steam
There's no clear line between death and dream
And the ferocious haze of love
Now the gates are swingin' open and i'm comin' through
And i can hear the choir start singin' they tune
As i take my last steps t'wards that guidin' light
I can hear that ghost laughin' as my eyeballs turn white
(i got white eyes)
I say everybody here gonna have white eyes
(i got white eyes)
like me
Aint until you lose your sight that you know just what it means to see