You whisper by with your mind in your eye   Seeing nothing that's there    But the bones of the bare dying thoughts   That would stare in your eyes      I know nice men who have nothing to say   Except "What a nice day,    May I say that today's a nice day    Cos I've nothing to say."      But the peace of mind is peace of mind   And eye, a gift to all   But the things I see I see with mind   And don't observe with eyes      Erudite eyes always bore me to cry   And the raining that flows    Is the pure salty drain    On the peace which I hold in my mind      But the peace of mind is peace of mind   And I a gift to all   But the things I see I see with mind   And don't observe with eyes