i raised my head from the riverbed and i tasted the air
i built my home of oak and stone and i feasted on the animals and earth
i raised my kids in modern beds and i taught them to take what's theirs
i built this town on god and doubt and science (an economy of fear)
i drained the pond and the woods beyond for dinner, and the river for a song
the more i've got the more i want. i'm blinded…but i'm waking up!

tired eyes, open wide
blossom iris into lily white
tired eyes, open wide
salty brine - bluest sky
tired eyes, open wide
either side - all these veins of light!