Eyes Grow Heavy lyrics - Crowded House

We stand on guard 'til our eyes grow so heavy

We hang on tight 'til our hands grow so weak

All precautions prepare you for nothing

When lights go down on the street

And when the morning comes

You won't remember too much of anything at all

And in my future of fantastic visions

They're tall and sleek and they tower over me

Tie me down and I'll beg them for mercy

I'm paralysed in my sleep

And when the morning comes

I won't remember too much of anything at all

Before they break in to steal the silver

Thieves come 'round to admire the loss

At the end of each waking hour

Is just one more chime on the clock

And when the morning comes

You won't be aware of his touch or anything at all