Crowded House — Eyes Grow Heavy lyrics

Lyrics

We stand on guard
til our eyes grow so heavy
We hang on tight
til our hands grow so weak
All precautions, prepare you for nothing
When lights go down on the street
And when the morning comes
you won’t remember too much
of anything at all
And in my future of fantastic vesions
their tall and their sleek
and they tower over me Tie me down and I’ll beg them for mercy
I’m paralysed in my sleep
And when the morning comes
I won’t remember too much
of anything at all
Before they break in to steal the silver
thieves come 'round
to admire the loss
At the end of each waking hour
is just one more chime on the clock
And when the morning comes
you won’t be aware of his touch
or anything at all