why did the sun stay still?
so the war could be won
shadows never come in the same place
the moon slowly fell
under grace in the same way
men touch the grave every day
behind the eyes
you whisper inside
maybe tonight behind the eyes
maybe tonight we'll go and find life
silhouettes on a page
your eyes were engraved
what's in the mind is in the eye
in another town
the sun sits down
on the line
stone men made images from time
