Where Your Eyes Don't Go

	作词 : They Might Be Giants
	Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms
	And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do
	When you turn around to look it's gone behind you
	On its face it's wearing your confused expression
	Where your eyes don't go
	Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering
	It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering
	You're free to come and go or talk like kurtis blow
	But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head
	Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders
	What the part that isn't thinking isn't thinking of
	Should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you
	Or is it worse because it's always waiting where your eyes don't go?
	Where your eyes don't go a part of you is hovering
	It's a nightmare that you'll never be discovering
	You're free to come and go or talk like kurtis blow
	But there's a pair of eyes in back of your head
	Where your eyes don't go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms
	And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do
	When you turn around to look it's gone behind you
	On its face it's wearing your confused expression
	Where your eyes don't go

	zuò cí : They Might Be Giants
	Where your eyes don' t go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms
	And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do
	When you turn around to look it' s gone behind you
	On its face it' s wearing your confused expression
	Where your eyes don' t go
	Where your eyes don' t go a part of you is hovering
	It' s a nightmare that you' ll never be discovering
	You' re free to come and go or talk like kurtis blow
	But there' s a pair of eyes in back of your head
	Every jumbled pile of person has a thinking part that wonders
	What the part that isn' t thinking isn' t thinking of
	Should you worry when the skullhead is in front of you
	Or is it worse because it' s always waiting where your eyes don' t go?
	Where your eyes don' t go a part of you is hovering
	It' s a nightmare that you' ll never be discovering
	You' re free to come and go or talk like kurtis blow
	But there' s a pair of eyes in back of your head
	Where your eyes don' t go a filthy scarecrow waves its broomstick arms
	And does a parody of each unconscious thing you do
	When you turn around to look it' s gone behind you
	On its face it' s wearing your confused expression
	Where your eyes don' t go