The Things You See (When You Haven't Got Your Gun)

When I look at the edge
Oh it scares me.

Though I know I'll go,
Always go back.

If there was somewhere to go,
My boat wasn't holed on the reef.

And my lack of belief
In the truth I am seeing...

To you I'll tie
My inner eye
Which never, ever
Ever lies.

Leave behind
To seek
And find
Within
The things
You see.