there's a power in that division
in the hour of revision
when the taste of love has all but gone sour
when i look into your eyes i surrender
such surrender is rendered justified
you stand with a boot upon my fender
reflecting on my glass eye
out amongst the willows and the briars
on the streets between the man made spires
in the tangulation of too many wires
love's translation still transpires
every girl is like a pearl
hearts strung along and then left stranded
this world is worn, all frayed and torn
men in uniform is not what love had demanded
when i look into your eyes i surrender
such surrender is rendered justified
you stand with a boot upon my fender
gingham hiked high, looking so fine
reflecting on my glass eye
i lost me my eye in a battle
was sent to rattle their cage
lost sight of the big picture
now this permanent fixture is my rage
in the hour of revision
when the taste of love has all but gone sour
when i look into your eyes i surrender
such surrender is rendered justified
you stand with a boot upon my fender
reflecting on my glass eye
out amongst the willows and the briars
on the streets between the man made spires
in the tangulation of too many wires
love's translation still transpires
every girl is like a pearl
hearts strung along and then left stranded
this world is worn, all frayed and torn
men in uniform is not what love had demanded
when i look into your eyes i surrender
such surrender is rendered justified
you stand with a boot upon my fender
gingham hiked high, looking so fine
reflecting on my glass eye
i lost me my eye in a battle
was sent to rattle their cage
lost sight of the big picture
now this permanent fixture is my rage