Forgotten Eyes (Live at The Bunker Studio)

[Verse 1]

Forgotten eyes are the ones which we lose

Forgotten hands are the ones which we choose

To let go of, but it is no less a bruise

On the collective arm keeping us high and gone

Forgotten dance is the one left at birth

Forgotten plants in the fossils of earth

And they've long passed but they are no less the dirt

Of the common soil keeping us dry and warm

[Chorus]

The wound has no direction

Everybody needs a home and desеrves protection, mm-hmm

[Verse 2]

Hollow-eyеd on Eddie Street, no sirens to hear

Just trash and soiled needles clawing the veneer

And no crying but it is no less a tear

On the common cheek with which we smile

Hollow-eyed on Eddie, is it they or is it I?

Is it me who is more hollow as I'm quickly passing by?

And the poison is killing them, but then so am I

As I turn away

[Chorus]

The wound has no direction

Everybody needs a home and deserves protection, mm-hmm

[Outro]

Forgotten tongue is the language of love

Forgotten tongue is the language of love

Forgotten tongue is the language of love

Forgotten tongue

[Studio chatter]

Wow

One hundred percent

That was just so eh?

Yeah, I loved it

It was a ballad