Dead Eyes

Call the church. You've been gone, it seems,
looking for the pope,
and the world is losing hope.

And the statue sees through dead eyes.

Call the priest. You've been waiting now,
looking for the word
that the world has never heard.

And the statue sees through dead eyes.

Call the coast. You've been lost at sea
for fourty days it seems,
though you say it's just been three.

And the statue sees through dead eyes.

Call the pope. You've returned, it seems,
carrying a book,
and he'd like to take a look.

And the statue sees you. Dead eyes.

Call the news. You've been thrown out
on your very knees
for the things they won't believe.

And the statue sees you. Dead eyes.

Call the troops. You're on trial, it seems,
for telling all these lies,
and you've made your mother cry.

And the statue... dead eyes.

Call the world. You've been gone, it seems.
You're dying in the cold
and the world is looking old
for the eve of time.

I'll tell you the time.