Lyrics

There's a power in that division In the hour of revision Your visited the dank and the dower When the taste of love has all but gone sour When I look into your eyes I surrender Such surrender is rendered justified You stand with a boot upon my fender Reflecting on my glass eye Out amongst the willows and the briars On the streets between the man made spires In the tangulation of too many wires Love's translation still transpires Every girl is like a pearl Hearts strung along and then left stranded This world is worn, all frayed and torn Men in uniform is not what love had demanded I lost me my eye in a battle Was sent to rattle their cage Lost sight of the big picture Now this permanent fixture is my rage When I look into your eyes I surrender Such surrender is rendered justified You stand with a boot upon my fender Gingham hiked high, looking so fine Reflecting on my glass eye