hunters & collectors
blind eye
When success is on your mind But true direction is missing You know the Gods have lied - but you're still smitten. By the stars in your eyes I can tell you know where you are Smile sweetly and you'll be forgiven. You're almost free - almost free to come and go Bed sitting room for ambitious prisoner. Walk away, don't take no for an answer Turn a blind eye to it all Let sleeping dogs lie Down in Queensway.  Like a bulldozer chasing butterflies Down sad English streets you wander Over sleeping bodies you step lightly. All the snow on the ground Lets you pass by without a sound One last look before you disappear. Walk away, don't take no for an answer Turn a blind eye to it all Let sleeping dogs lie Down in Queensway.