ROBERT VANDERWIEL - NINE THOUSAND EYES

Nine thousand eyes
Upon me as I glide from the sky
Fixated on me wandering by

Nine thousand eyes
Staring and mesmerized by
What little there is left of my mind

Nine thousand eyes
Was everything I needed at the time
I learned how to cry with a smile

It’s such a beautiful lie
Oh … Nine thousand times
The numbers don’t add up

But why