You whisper by with your mind in your eye
Seeing nothing that's there but the bones of the bed
Dying 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 mind is peace of mind
And eye a gift to all
But the things I see I see with mind
And don't observe with eye

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