These are the eyesnThese are the eyes of my eyesnAnd they look out nNot from my face but my gutnAnd when my shirt lifts upnI can at last see your formnnThere is a weight inside of menRising up now, up from my gutsnAnd up and awaynOut from my chestnAnd through my shirtnThe thing can speaknAnd this is what it saysnnNature forgave but I cannot forgetnnThese are the eyes, these are the eyes of my eyesnThey see your hand under my head as I lienAll of the light that once was yellow is greynMy blood can sing, it will shout Up and away