Destination - Grüvis Malt

When my eyes were big
I'd rig up the make shift pictures
Self-manufactured fractional films
To fill space where time placed holes
The goals of many tend to leave them empty
Or to stuff them up with cable box memories
The goals of many, empty boxes are filled
So that you can see the floor.

Maybe my eyes were never big
Maybe my head was just small
Haven't been immortal in three or four years
And that's all

When my eyes were big
I'd wake up to a low ceiling
One thousand bee stings would be tossed aside
To make space for time to place holes
The guilt of many tends to leave them empty
Not me I'm stuffed up with VCR memories
The guilt of many, empty boxes are filled so that you can't see the floor

A little trust
A little trust

Maybe my eyes were never big
Maybe my head was just small
Haven't been immortal in three or four years
So good bye