With a wave of your magic wand

You can fly where I don’t belong

Behind your eyes

I’ve been fighting off bad dreams

You’ve been lighting up punk steam

Behind your eyes

I’m in love with your elf ears

Overalls and your high heels

I’ve been dreaming the wrong way

For all these years

Behind your eyes - hiding

Behind your eyes - hiding

Behind your eyes

Still I walk through the Methodist back door every day

I close my eyes and I face the fire before anyone’s awake

Still I walk through the Methodist back door every day

I close my eyes and I face the fire before anything’s at stake

And there’s a trick rider, star lighter, scrip writer – hiding

a trick rider, star lighter, scrip writer - hiding

I had in mind, a ghost upon the stairs one time

You rewrote that scene for me

Shifting shape and form

Pages that are torn

Floating through the fire

I’m in love with your elf ears

Overalls and your high heels

I’ve been dreaming the wrong way

For all these years

Behind your eyes - hiding

Behind your eyes - hiding

Behind your eyes

Still I walk through the Methodist back door every day

I close my eyes and I face the fire before anyone’s awake

Still I walk through the Methodist back door every day

I close my eyes and I face the fire before anything’s at stake

And there’s a trick rider, star lighter, scrip writer – hiding

a trick rider, star lighter, scrip writer – hiding

Behind your eyes - hiding

Behind your eyes - hiding

Behind your eyes