Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure I don't turn to dust
If fear is in the mind, then my mind lives in fear
as deep and as vast as the dirty British sea
Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure I don't turn to dust
There's paths to make the heart beat
And paths where I get skip
And paths to tread lightly with the clouds beneath my feet
(Oooh)
When the light creeps from the blinds I dance in heaven
It's just old passing time, it rains dead weather
(Ooh)
Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure I don't turn to dust
