an eye for an eye

i was a superman, so what
you were a christ
i was a born again ‘til you gave me some advice

you said:
“an eye for an eye”
it seemed fair
it’s not right
but when did that ever matter?
besides, you’ve got a point
i think I need some air

you were an ember burned to white
i was the night
we were a beautiful
so i don’t have the right

to take
an eye for an eye
it seems fair
it’s not right
but when did that ever matter?
besides, you’ve got a point
i think i need some air

i need some air
i need you to know
i didn’t choose this any more than you

steady fall
i wish that all
this mess
would suggest
something good for us
something blessed
so we don’t have to go on like this

and take 
an eye for an eye
it seems fair
it’s not right
but when did that ever matter?
besides, you’ve got a point
i think i need some air

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