The Waking Eyes
The Waking Eyes
The Waking Eyes
The Waking Eyes
The Waking Eyes
The Waking Eyes
The Waking Eyes
The Waking Eyes
The Waking Eyes
If I'm just laying a track that wraps around
Different ones 'til it comes back, creating sound
I'll send it up six hundred miles over the ground
So everyone gets the waves I made for you
Stuck together in a digital glue
Envelopes fade out the useless
But you don't have a clue
Anyone meaning to try on their own
Should have a steady supply of semitones
And if they should find it ain't easy, I've worked to the bone
People want to hear the harmonies in clear stereo sound
But first I gotta drink, my mind won't let me think now
The melody rises and falls to the ground