Eyes

Eyes, a nose, a mouth
To make the face, my dear
Perhaps I'm wrong
I'm fascinated how your eyes
Go north and south
Beyond the temperate zone
In the cool night air.

In this [imagined scene] that you've announced
Some place to wear my eyes inside out

Sing suburban town
How i can pick you out before you're gone
The rapid motion of your eyes
So sleepy now
How once in life they drop
Going round and round

And every look you give
Becomes the truth
How many eyes we have is up to you.