Текст песни Cheshm Shur - Pyrophoria

May jealous eyes explode
Salty lids forebode
Don't take your eye off the road
Mind your mind's eye or overload

Don't plant the seeds; burn them all
The smoke choked and I took the fall
No chance, said the writing on the wall
This is no coincidence, no close call

May jealous eyes be blind
What do I have to come to your mind
I'm lost but please don't find
It's not never, it's never mind

Don't plant the seeds; burn them all
The smoke choked and I took the fall
No chance, said the writing on the wall
This is no coincidence, no close call