You whisper by with your mind in your eye
seeing nothing that's there but the bones of the bed
eyeing thoughts that would stare in your eye

I know nice men who have nothing to say
except "What a nice day, may I say that today's a nice day
'cause I've nothing to say"

But the peace of mine is peace of mind and eye a gift to all
But the things I see I see with mind and don't observe with eyes

Erudite eyes always bore me to cry
and the raining that flows is the pure salty drain
on the peace which I hold in my mind

But the peace of mine is peace of mind and eye a gift to all
But the things I see I see with mind and don't observe with eyes