I soar through the sky Through the clouds and the trees I lay on the ground And get stung by the bees I smell the flowers And can't help but sneeze I use charcoal to read the graves But I can't find your name
Flowers have eyes And they blink up at me The trees have eyes So many it's scary The animals have eyes More than just two We have eyes More than just a few
"Eyes; they can see everything, even if we can't see them."