Eyes, a nose, a mouth To make the face, my dear Perhaps I'm wrong I'm fascinated how your eyes Go north and south Beyond the temperate zone In the cool night air. In this [imagined scene] that you've announced Some place to wear my eyes inside out Sing suburban town How i can pick you out before you're gone The rapid motion of your eyes So sleepy now How once in life they drop Going round and round And every look you give Becomes the truth How many eyes we have is up to you.