You whisper by with your mind in your eye Seeing nothing that's there but the bones of the bed Eyeing thoughts that would stare in your eye I know nice men who have nothing to say Except "What a nice day, may I say that today's a nice day 'Cause I've nothing to say" But the peace of mine is peace of mind and eye a gift to all But the things I see I see with mind and don't observe with eyes Erudite eyes always bore me to cry And the raining that flows is the pure salty drain On the peace which I hold in my mind But the peace of mine is peace of mind and eye a gift to all But the things I see I see with mind and don't observe with eyes