Take me to the day I wanna see the place where the memory started Was it lonely there, C? Long eyes cry on the way home Now I'm blind with an invention of love But I know it'd be no fun being your old one And never arriving Isn't it a shame? The man that I became won't look at his labor But there's all these noises ringing through me Are they ringing through you, C? Are they ringing through you too? Long eyes cry on the way home Now I'm blind with this invention of love But I know it'd be no fun being your old one And never arriving