Your eyes, they turn me.
Why should I stay here? Why should I stay?
I'd be crazy not to follow, follow where you lead.
Your eyes, they turn me. Turn me on to phantoms.
I follow to the edge of the earth and f a l l o f f . . .
Everybody leaves if they get the chance, and this is my chance.
I get eaten by the worms and weird fishes.
Picked over by the worms and weird fishes.
Yeah I, I'll hit the bottom, hit the bottom and escape.
E s c a p e .
