(d. fritz, o. thornton)  My eyes can't help my ears  My ears can't see  Why do I try this way  There's probably something wrong with me  If I can't see that something's wrong  When all my pieces become pieces  And not all one  -CHORUS-  Then where, where would my body be  Body be  Where, where would my body be  Body be  My hands can't help my eyes  My eyes can't feel  Why do I try this way  There's probably something wrong with me  If I can't see that something's wrong  When all my pieces become pieces  And not all one  (repeat CHORUS)  You in the sky, you in the sky  You make me high, alive  You in the sky, you in the sky  You make me cry, alive  You in the sky, you in the sky  You make me high, alive  You in the sky, you in the sky  You make me cry, alive  (repeat CHORUS)