Severed Heads Dead Eyes Open Oscar's Grind Harry's eyes--waterfall-- Smoulder burn with pain (something kinda nice) Harry's love--his heart-- Patters down like rain (something kinda warm) If you had a stethoscope You could hear her name (something kinda close) C In the dark of the evening In the dark of the evening Oscar's grind and wounds that never heal Harry's hands--his strength-- Tumbles in the sheets (something kinda warm) Harry's arse--his life-- Crumbles in the sun (something kinda soft) If you were an astronaut You could touch her toes (something kinda fine)--C