Clear Eye Clouded Mind

You’re gonna miss the wood

Everyone left the wood

Take what you can carry

Find a road and follow

Of course I’m supposed to work I –

come from the hills I –

Find and eat food I –

try to protect I –

Of course I like to laugh I –

look at the sky,

look in your eye

All I feel is transition

When do we get home?

all i feel is transition

Now to be alone

With a clear eye but a clouded mind

You’re gonna miss the wood

I come from the fen I –

I left the den

The wind blows no good it –

Tells of a change that

Might rearrange

can’t see the ground it’s –

Not where it was

All I feel is transition

When do we get home?

All I feel is transition

Now to be alone

With a clear eye but a clouded mind

The stars are indifferent to astronomy

And all that we think we know

Mars will salute your autonomy

But he doesn’t need to know

All I feel is transition

When do we get home?

All I feel is transition

Now to be alone

With a clear eye but a clouded mind

No one wants to live this fiction

Where didn’t we go wrong?

With a clear eye but a clouded mind

The stars are indifferent to astronomy

And all that we think we know

Mars will salute your autonomy

But he doesn’t need to know

The stars are indifferent to astronomy

And all that we think we know

Mars will salute your autonomy

But he doesn’t need to know