Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure i don’t turn to dust
If fear is in the mind, then my mind lives in fear
as deep in this voice as a dirty British sea

Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure i don’t turn to dust

There’s paths to make that be
And paths where i get scared
And the path to thread lightly with the clouds beneath my feet

(Oooh)

And the light keeps falling, the blinds are dancing with everyone
It’s just so passive, tiny hands with everyone

Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure i don’t turn to dust