Oh the people on the street look into their eyes
Look into the eyes of all the people that you meet
What do you see
What do you feel
What do you want
Is it real, oh is it real
Oh the people on the street have no faith in themselves
Have no faith in you, their eyes are incomplete
What do you get
What do you take
Do you fret, oh don’t you fret
They look into the eyes of all the people that they meet
They look at you, they look at me
With Empty Blue