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The Third Eye Blind Collection (Third Eye Blind) · Third Eye Blind (Third Eye Blind) · Blind Leading the Blind (Trivium) · Third Eye Centre [2 LP] (Belle & Sebastian) · The Third Eye Centre (Belle & Sebastian) · Third Eye (Monsoon) · The Third Eye Centre (Belle & Sebastian) · The Third Eye Centre [Deluxe Edition] (Belle & Sebastian) · Bud Mathis' Sunset Trip 1963-1967: Take the Brain Train to the Third Eye (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Third Eye (Redd Kross) – and 90 other albums »


blinded by the obsession
The heat of summer beckons
Blue, green and red are the colors on the sidewalk

Outside the buildings echo
The sound of the wind
at his feet.

Antelope head his beard skylark red
Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood.
And now that the gate of his evening is late
He sits
red in tooth and claw
Like winter's freeze and summer's thaw
The wounds she gave me
Were the wounds that would heal me
And we'd be like the moon
Feel the winds blowing harder, tearing my eyes
By the dusk getting colder, summer now dies
All alone with the midnight, embraced by fall
ANd the fire
the eyes of the beholder

Everything is beautiful in its' own way
Like a starry summer night or a snow covered winter's day
Ah, sing it children
their eyes I see them running too

Running on, running on empty
Running on, running blind
Running on, running into the sun
But I'm running behind

Honey,
Looking into their eyes I see them running too

Running on, running on empty
Running on, running blind
Running on, running into the sun
But I'm running
their eyes I see them running too

Running on, running on empty
Running on, running blind
Running on, running into the sun
But I'm running behind

Honey,
their eyes I see them running too

Running on, running on empty
Running on, running blind
Running on, running into the sun
But I'm running behind

Honey
Looking into their eyes I see them running too

Running on, running on empty
Running on, running blind
Running on, running into the sun
But I'm running
the red sun
Your heart the moon clouded
I could go crazy on a night like tonight
When summer's beginning to give up her fight
And every thought's
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)

Bangladesh, Bangladesh
Bangladesh, Bangladesh
When the sun sinks in the west
Die a million people of the Bangladesh
of time or a moments beat
I don't really mind
'Cause I'm right here eyes open wide
Staring back into our...

One Red Flower Sunset.
My Red Flower
Looking into their eyes I see them running too

Running on, running on empty
Running on, running blind
Running on, running into the sun
But I'm running
their eyes I see them running too

Running on, running on empty
Running on, running blind
Running on, running into the sun
But I'm running behind

Honey
Looking into their eyes I see them running too

Running on, running on empty
Running on, running blind
Running on, running into the sun
But I'm running
My summer's worn out
And my winter's just begun
My last snow has fallen
With the dawning of the sun

I see them staring at me
With their greedy
Into the motherland
The German army march

In the Soviet Union summer 1943
Tanks line up in thousands as far the eye can see
Ready for the onslaught
Black smoke rise and fill the blood red skies,
Man made dust designed to blind our eyes,
Screened illusions masked in blatant lies,
Black smoke
Beautiful Dreamer - Beast Of Daylight 
Twilight Magician Gave You Astral Sight 

Bright Red Carpet Beyond The Haunting Eye 
Open The Third One Fly Summer
at his feet.

Antelope head his beard skylark red
Is tucked 'neath the good of his summer sun hood.
And now that the gate of his evening is late
He sits
but one of them I dared to love so long without defense my eyes went white and blind. now I know -only two, two wretched sisters fucking-lying sisters
again..."

Appear; draped in terror
To the comfort of your kin
Stain the milky sunset red
And let the other in...

Summer's dying...
the eyes of the beholder

Everything is beautiful in its' own way
Like a starry summer night or a snow covered winter's day
Ah, sing it children
the streets, gently staring, wondering what to do
The sun in sheets, pouring down those streets to eyes green and blue
And a ship with eight sails could come