Let me slip away into your arms
Into your house
Where there\'s no smart required to feel alive
The walls that speak and lamps who talk
I\'d keep a talk with them all night
Down by the land which gives no rights
All that it\'s safety, careful plans
Surrounded in cells of oppression, salted with life
The mere isolation where no one will die
Guiding light
Insured life
Overwhelming warmth in the place with no eyes
No future or past
Only life.
Life
Life
A life with no eyes
Was it worth to look at the land where you died?