I’m the eye that watches over you
As you walk in the distance
Behind the birch trees
You have no clue my gaze is on your naked steps.

As you go your way

I’m the shadow

I’m the fate

I’m the tired tired soul of a witness

For I’m the voice of the past

And the embodiment of future hope

Nothing about here

And none about now

I’ll be the eye you never meet

I’ll be the eye your eyes never want to look into

And Ive got the eyes you loved most about me

That’s how it should be I suppose

When you hear me not

Whistling half seriously

When the time comes:

A tooth for a tooth

An eye for an eye.