The Things You See (When You Haven't Got Your Gun) - Allan Holdsworth

When I look at the edge

Oh it scares me.

Though I know I’ll go,

Always go back.

If there was somewhere to go,

My boat wasn’t holed on the reef.

And my lack of belief

In the truth I am seeing…

To you I’ll tie

My inner eye

Which never, ever

Ever lies.

Leave behind

To seek

And find

Within

The things

You see.