I feel ashamed to show no grace
I feel all sides cave in on me
I wait my turn
I wage no war
Through the crowd he walks with nowhere to go and theres 
nothing there to show with one false eye
Forcing him to miss
And in the end what will he see
With one false eye
On beyond the pitch of night he walks till something new 
starts
When free to fall I am no more
When I feel the descent start in on me
I'll wait my turn
Then wage my war
On a ship through the snow he will go
and when he loses sight one day he will return just a 
little taller
With one false eye
And in the end will he see that things are not what they 
seem
One false eye
Forcing him to miss
For seconds in the day one false eye
One false move
One day he will return