Blindeyes

A thrill of pleasure
In the breezy air
I cannot measure
When the light is bare
As lonely as it seems
I enjoy the air I breathe
When the weather's humid
A mark of where it's near

A thrill of pleasure
In the breezy air
I cannot measure
When the light is bare
As lonely as it seems
I enjoy the air I breathe
When the weather's humid
A mark of where it's near

For this is everything
While no one's screaming
In their noonday dreaming
Lies a beautiful, bitter thing
For this is everything
While no one's screaming
In their noonday dreaming
Lies a beautiful, bitter thing

It's all so restless
As I travel through the plains
It's all so restless
As I travel through the plains

For this is everything
While no one's screaming
In their noonday dreaming
Lies a beautiful, bitter thing
For this is everything
While no one's screaming
In their noonday dreaming
Lies a beautiful, bitter thing

It's all so restless
As I travel through the plains
It's all so restless
As I travel through the plains
It's all so restless

Na na na
Of pleasure