Shut Your Eyes

Shut your eyes and think of somewhere... Somewhere cold and caked in snow... By the fire we break the quiet... Learn to wear each other well... And when the worrying starts to hurt... and the world feels like graves of dirt... Just close your eyes until you can imagine this place, yeah, our secret space at will... Shut your eyes, I spin the big chair... And you'll feel dizzy, light, and free... And falling gently on the cushion... You can come and sing to me... And when the worrying starts to hurt... and the world feels like graves of dirt... Just close your eyes until you can imagine this place, yeah, our secret space at will... (Shut your eyes)... Shut your eyes and sing to me (Shut your eyes and sing to me)...