Know Which Way The Wind Blows - The Postmarks

Drawing eyes

From across the room

They’re staring out of the paper

But you are withdrawn

From the faces looking on

Are you a spy

Or an artist drawing lines

Is there a hidden camera

In your pen

Cos i’m having trouble avoiding

The questions in your eyes

If this is your disguise

Please stop trying to draw

Information out of me

Drawing eyes

Wide-open like

The curtains to a play

But i cannot stay

In the audience

Feeling so withdrawn

From the faces looking on

To applaud for curtain call

Do you carry magnets

In your pockets

Cos i’m having trouble

Resisting your gravity

When you are near

Please stop drawing this out

Using your secret agent

On me