The Things You See (When You Haven't Got Your Gun)

When I look at the edge
Oh it scares me.

Though I know I'll go,
always go back.

If there was somewhere to go,
my boat wasn't holed on the reef.

And my lack of belief
in the truth I am seeing...

To you I'll tie
my inner eye
which never, ever
ever lies.

Leave behind
to seek
and find
within
the things
you see.