Brian Dewan My Eye Lyrics

Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye

Well it was early on Sunday morning when I woke up from a dream
My heart was pounding, my hands were trembling from the frightful sight I'd seen

I dreamt my father appeared before me, he had risen from the grave
He was a pitiful and lonely specter of a life that could not be saved

Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye

And in the dream, my father told me that a part of me must die
So that it might be with him in spirit, to help him in the afterlife

You can imagine that all I wanted was only to go back to sleep
And yet I knew that I must rise up and obey the terrible decree Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story...
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story...

I left the warmth of the bedroom and opened the window shades
I walked outside, in my bathrobe into the cool of the autumn day

I walked outdoors, to the tool shed and opened up the drawer
And I removed the deadly instrument to do the deadly deed

Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye

And then I wrapped a linen bandage across the eye that would never see again
And then I brought in my Sunday paper and then went back to bed

Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye
Oh let me tell you, a dreadful story, of how I poked out my eye

My Eye