Retina Television

Pupils as deep as wells Letting the world pour in Save it for when you're bored Retina television Pupils as black as crows Soaking up all the light Burning when it gets dark Torches when it is dark At four in the morn' At four in the morning A warn, a warning To the spider legs hanging down Pick them off one by one But you did not want to hurt You did not mean to hurt By the look on your face The look on your face The look on your face The look on your face And I've fallen from grace I've fallen from grace Well, hold me in your arms And tell me I'm okay Okay Pupils as deep as wells Letting the world pour in Save it for when you're bored Retina television