I Am Your Eyes

(álbum: Poletown - 1997)

One wants to be your hair
I hope you'll take a brush to him
One wants to be your legs
I hope you do a dance on him
And one wants to be your brain
How does it feel to be insane?
And one wants to be your ears
To hear the music that you hear

But as for me
I want a window
So I can see
The runway that you fly on

I am your eyes
I am your eyes
I am your eyes
I am your eyes
I am your eyes
I am your eyes
I am your eyes

One wants to be your lips
And feel your breath whisper
One wants to be your hips
And feel the rhythm blister
One wants to be your tongue
To know sweet from sour
And one wants to the heart
I wouldn't want to feel that power

But as for me
I want a window
So I can see
The runway that you fly on

I am your eyes
I am your eyes
I am your eyes
I am your eyes
I am your eyes
I am your eyes
I am your eyes