These are the eyes of disarray.
These are the eyes that weep at the break of day.
These are the eyes that saw the world change.
Whilst waiting still... for the world to change.
These are the eyes that cried paisley tears and
have done so for years and years.
These eyes have seen a stranger blue.
These eyes have seen yet have not a clue.
These are the eyes of dismay.
These are the eyes that filled with rain
when the rain silenced and went away.
These are the eyes of all four seasons.
These are the eyes of no rhyme or reason.