Without My Eyes

Without my eyes I wouldn't see what's here Maybe I'd feel it better I couldn't describe How green the grass is But maybe the birds and their mutters Would sound more alive Into my ears Drips their sweet noisy butter Oh to feel that which lies In my chest oh so rarely Now that the mountains and her Has not a stream Which trickles down the valley I cant drink to keep my word Take what is mine Out of my heart Just give back what I had Without my tongue I couldn't lick the stamps Some day I'll send you a letter And I will write How sorry I did feel As soon as Ive figured it out All that id say If I owned the words I need to buy them back Holding my eyes Push in my heart Swallow my tongue Leave when I'm done Without my eyes I couldn't read the signs How do I get back to the valley Maybe I'll just rest Sit here for a while Rest my weary mind Holding my eyes Push in my heart Swallow my tongue now that I'm gone