Lyrics Steve Hackett

Steve Hackett

Til These Eyes

We're all toys of time

Up to the end

No one owns the night

Meanwhile the river bends

Lace lies and butterflies

Flying high above

Til these eyes have seen enough

The clock is always ticking

Hanging on the wall

The mirror's always cracked

Waiting for us all

A rose by any other name

Squandered in the dust

Til these eyes have seen enough

The currency that lingers

Far heavier then gold

The beauty of the first bloom

A fairytale of old

Torn into pieces

A childhood map of love

Til these Eyes have seen enough

Punch drunk in the wind

Your play is nearly run

The carpet snatched beneath you

Just when you're having fun

The cards are in your hand

It's time to call your bluff

Til these eyes have seen enough

Til these eyes have seen love