Blind Eye

Off in a world of our own Where the discordant tone Of unrest never riles Our sleepy town of denial Where all of the tears people cry Fall on deaf ears For we turn a blind eye Off on our way to the stars Over discos and bars No rest for the like Of the wicked despite Knowing all of the tears people cry May fall on deaf ears If we turn a blind eye We could lose a lot of sleep if we weren't so numb To the steady stream of those who struggle in the night Through the tunnel at the end of the light God must have gone fishing now With all that Hell's dishing out One question have I Don't expect a reply though All of the tears people cry Do they fall on deaf ears Do you just turn a blind eye