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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Wright
John Wright
Songwriter
Rob Wright
Rob Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Wright
John Wright
Producer

Lyrics

Just swing your arms and take a long stride
See the old highway sunbaked and wide
It's chalk white dust hangs low in the sky under white stone eyes
The only sound I hear is the sound of our feet
neither marching forward nor in retreat
Just a plodding joyful beat beneath white stone eyes
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that are blind
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that don't cry
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that are blind
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that don't cry
Silence, no talking
Leave that to the birds, leave that to the beasts
There are no problems to solve no progress to be made
Just a single file formation of bodies on parade warmed by a hot sun
Above, a gentle smile
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that are blind
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that don't cry
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that are blind
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that don't cry. Eyes that don't cry. Cry Cry
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that are blind
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that don't cry
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that are blind
Eyes that see nothing, eyes that don't cry
White Stone eyes that see nothing, white stone eyes that are blind.
White stone eyes that see nothing. White stone eyes that don't cry
White stone eyes that see nothing, white stone eyes that are blind
White stone eyes that see nothing. White stone eyes that don't cry
White stone eyes. White stone eyes
Written by: John Wright, Rob Wright
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