Plates of ivy on the walls
A curtain made from empty cans and seashells
Plastic cover for the floor
Breathing in and moving forward through the door
Exhale
Under the eye the lines are forming
Giving it all away without you knowing
Facades just fall to pieces
The truth between the creases
Under the eye I've never felt more ashamed
Heavy boots on polished steel
Walking in between the carving of a tree
All the best I wish you well
Over horizons to the tolling of the bell
Under the eye the lines are forming
Giving it all away without you knowing
Facades just fall to pieces
The truth between the creases
Under the eye I've never felt more ashamed