Those are two tired eyes Grains in the sands of time All done feeling bad There's two of everything Tracks to keep covering All done feeling bad Go on erase yourself Cause you belong to the setting sun So set these separate lives Set your tired eyes Those are two feet of stone Rocks in the gravel road All feeling heavy And the sculpture was a painting long before it came to you The painting a translation of a secret hidden view In the mouth of solitude a statue builds a sound-proof room Blue skies covering the land I'm a city boy digging through the stones and sand All these constellations are the freeways and high-rise around the way Set your tired eyes away