Worry Lines

I'll make a sign that stirs a million eyesHold up my hand to be analysedEchoes the pound of a crowd for miles aroundTurn off the sound and those worry linesI fear the world in black and whiteMy instincts fraught with compromiseMy words are smeared in others rhymesI lost my voice but kept my sightI lift up my eyes my head is clearI turn to the skies my head is clearI look in your eyes my head is clear