In the dresser, in the top drawernThere’ll be pictures for you to seenI don’t look at them anymorenAs a rule time will stand stillnNo matter what you’re hoping fornIt’s the truth it never willnNot sentimental not over thoughtnI see things the way they arenYou will die just like menIn the distance, down the roadnDon’t forget its not that farnWe make plans for how it will bennWhy do we think we’ve got controlnIsn’t that a lack of faith?nYou don’t know where you will gonIn the end we just pretend nTo have a plan filled with desirenTake that away and we don’t knownSo front to back side to sidenYou walk proud through that doornAnd you show them what you knew beforennNot sentimental not over thoughtnI see things the way they arenYou will die just like mennCan you see it eye to eye with me?n(eye to eye with me)nCan you see it eye to eye with me?n(eye to eye with me)nCan you see it eye to eye with me?n(eye to eye with me)nCan you see it eye to eye with me?n(eye to eye with me)nnEye to eye with menCan you see it eye to eye with me?nCan you see it eye to eye with me?nCan you see it eye to eye with me?n