"Eyes Wide Open" lyrics
Fanning Dempsey National Park (Bernard Fanning & Paul Dempsey) Lyrics
No more waving the flag
I'm so done with all of that
This party is so old hat
Fireworks and acrobats
Hush now stay in your lane
You'll make no difference in any case
Logic has taken flight
On a tightrope walking tip toe through my mind
Came in with my eyes wide open
Now I'm a stranger in my own head
My resistance folded
When yesterday dealt me such a strange hand
To be the last one standing
I'm here waiting holding the line
In no mood to compromise
Back where it all begun
It all adds up to a zero sum
Came in with my eyes wide open
Now I'm a stranger in my own head
My resistance folded
When yesterday dealt me such a strange hand
To be the last one standing
Side by side the matchstick groom and bride
Put all their focus all their pride
Into carving out a niche that makes their universe complete
Puts a mirror to the face and lets the madness take its place
Among the pantheon of greats inside your head
Deep inside the blueprint written neat
By shy locks fat with rent to seek
The rule of finder's keepers left the makers begging please
I'm so done with all of that
This party is so old hat
Fireworks and acrobats
Hush now stay in your lane
You'll make no difference in any case
Logic has taken flight
On a tightrope walking tip toe through my mind
Came in with my eyes wide open
Now I'm a stranger in my own head
My resistance folded
When yesterday dealt me such a strange hand
To be the last one standing
I'm here waiting holding the line
In no mood to compromise
Back where it all begun
It all adds up to a zero sum
Came in with my eyes wide open
Now I'm a stranger in my own head
My resistance folded
When yesterday dealt me such a strange hand
To be the last one standing
Side by side the matchstick groom and bride
Put all their focus all their pride
Into carving out a niche that makes their universe complete
Puts a mirror to the face and lets the madness take its place
Among the pantheon of greats inside your head
Deep inside the blueprint written neat
By shy locks fat with rent to seek
The rule of finder's keepers left the makers begging please
