Clean Eyes

Picture yourself in a room

Full of broken glass

Blood on the pieces

The pieces you can’t put back

A little white light in a sea gone black

My head is the room

And the room’s full of broken glass

You can’t change me

Can you save me?

Oh, clean eyes

Breaking my heart

In all the right ways and

No, I don’t mind, clean eyes

Oh, clean eyes

Breaking my heart

And breaking my chains and

I don’t know why, clean eyes

I’m a cynic I told you I fear

What I don’t believe

I don’t know what this is

But this is a different beast

I check the lock on the door three times

Can’t put my faith in what I can’t describe

I’m a cynic, I told you, I don’t believe

Can you save me?

Oh, clean eyes

Breaking my heart

In all the right ways and

No, I don’t mind, clean eyes

Oh, clean eyes

Breaking my heart

And breaking my chains and

I don’t know why, clean eyes

Take me home when I lost myself

Love me better than I love myself

My head is the room

And the room’s full of broken glass

Blood on the pieces

The pieces I can’t put back