Take me to the day
I wanna see the place where the memory started
Was it lonely there C
Long eyes cry on the way home
Now I’m blind with an invention of love
But I know it’d be no fun being your old one
And never arriving

Isn’t it a shame
The man that I became won’t look at his labor
But there’s all these noises ringing through me
Are they ringing through you C
Are they ringing through you too

Long eyes cry on the way home
Now I’m blind with this invention of love
But I know it’d be no fun being your old one
And never arriving