Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure I don't turn to dust
If fear is in the mind, then my mind lives in fear
As deep in this voice as the dirty British sea

Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure I don't turn to dust

There's paths to make the heart beat
Then paths where I can skip
And a path to thread lightly with the clouds beneath my feet

(Ooh)
(Ooh)

When the light creeps from the blinds
I dance in Heaven
It's just old passing time
It rains dead weather, oh

(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh)

Keep your beady eyes on me
To make sure I don't turn to dust

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Ellen Ciara Rowsell, Joel Donald Scott Amey, Jonathan David Oddie, Theodore Joseph Ellis