Eyelids - Washer

Nailed her picture

To the backs of my eyelids

And I went on walkin'

Hands forward with a stick

And in the daylight I’d stumble

Through collections of red

Until crawling back slowly

Beside you in bed

And in the morning I’d struggle

To keep my feet inside

I’m terrified

Here on the outside

And lead us not into

Annihilation

But deliver us from rubble

For thine is the power

And the power

And the power

And the power

Forever and ever oh man

Forever and ever oh man

Forever and ever oh man

Forever and ever oh man

Forever and ever oh man

Forever and ever oh man

Forever and ever oh man

Forever and ever oh man