Weary Eyes de Jen Wood

Close your weary eyes,
for they have seen too much,
for they have seen too much
Oh, have seen too much.

Way before the next,
train of thought.
Unwillingly you go, where you must.
Unwillingly you fight, the ones you love.
Unwillingly you go, where you must.
Unwillingly you fight, the ones you love.

Try not to feel, this moment,
as we watch you die.

Try not to feel
this needle, in your side.

You're coming back,
you're coming back,
coming back, to life.
You're coming back,
coming back, to life.