above the wires, above the rain above the little wars we name a patient pupil fills the sky and never blinks, and never lies you watch the houses lose their heat watch hungry mouths and flooded streets watch lovers leave, watch mothers pray watch every beautiful mistake the satellites kneel at your throne the dead still whisper through the stone you know the weight of every crime the final number, place and time and somewhere underneath your stare we tear each other everywhere while heaven hangs there, clean and dry behind the all-seeing eye oh, all-seeing eye what good is sight if nothing moves you? oh, all-seeing eye you see it all and let it go right through you so strike me down or raise the dead do something worthy of the name you own the flood you own the flame but never seem to own the blame omnipotent immaculate and useless when it matters most what kind of god can see the wound and only count the blood it holds? oh, all-seeing eye what good is sight if nothing moves you? oh, all-seeing eye you see it all and let it go right through you
