[Verse 1: David Byrne]
Eyes, a nose, a mouth
To make the face, my dear
Perhaps I'm wrong
I'm fascinated how your eyes
Go north and south
Beyond the temperate zone
In the cool night air

[Chorus 1: David Byrne]
In this imagined scene that you've announced
Some place to wear my eyes inside out

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2: David Byrne]
Sing, suburban town
How I can pick you out before you're gone
The rapid motion of your eyes
So sleepy now
How once in life they drop
Going round and round

[Chorus 2: David Byrne]
And every look you give becomes the truth
How many eyes we have is up to you
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