What have they done to her eyes?

All fed up with dayglo
Empty streets, empty light
Her town is where that wind blows
Through black holes in the night

There is no answer on those walls
No messiah in white
There is no future that calls
Through black holes in the night

	So she crawls into herself
	Lives of hope and a few white lies
	Says she'd like to be an angel
	But what have they done to her eyes...?

All used up, discarded
No room left to move
No deals for the making
Nothing at all to prove

No more questions to ask
Loneliness fits so tight
On a face that's a mask
Through black holes in the night


Words and Music: Herbie Parkin
7th July 1981