Letra de Eyes Grow Heavy
We stand on guard til our eyes grow so heavy We hang on tight til our hands grow so weak All precautions, prepare you for nothing When lights go down on the streetAnd when the morning comes you won't remember too much of anything at allAnd in my future of fantastic vesions their tall and their sleek and they tower over meTie me down and I'll beg them for mercy I'm paralysed in my sleepAnd when the morning comes I won't remember too much of anything at allBefore they break in to steal the silver thieves come 'round to admire the lossAt the end of each waking hour is just one more chime on the clockAnd when the morning comes you won't be aware of his touch or anything at all