Through a maze, a lonely island
We walk as soft as whispers in your ear
And though the art of God’s arriving
The paintings disappear

This thought won’t free my mind
My mind won’t free the thought of you

And in this maze, this lonely island
You dare not sing while music plays
Brown eyes, brown eyes, four eyes colliding
Just throw your silent views away

This thought won’t free my mind
My mind won't free the thought of you