Melody
yes-ter-day we lost our lives
tomor-row we were born
fortune smiled upon us
sacrifice the argus
all that he might help us see
ma-gna eyes that track for miles
loo-king for di-sease
puzzled by the mountains
tricked by the sea
and the argus is practiced compassion
with an eye on you as one is on me
will the god grant his forgiveness
and allow he that's lived a reason to see
Counting days and building walls, bells ring so's to warn
lying in beds of garlic and orchid
he closes an eye
which closes another
and in sleep he dreams
of watching and looking
and feather clouds dancing
he curls up his lid and sleeps
swirling with visions on man's confusion
all of the work
done just to appease him
the argus he cries
though love has it's place in the sun
it's only man's fear that carries him on
*solo *