We use to be a dozen bees, buzzing around inside my head,
I used to fly the friendly skies, when you were not too far from me.

I wish I knew what I could do to prove that good is true,
Your past is nothing on me; I've blinded memories.

We used to be a dozen chiefs, without an Indian in sight,
I'll take fifteen minutes of fame, but, you see, I'd rather have thirty.

I never called you on your dime; next time I won't decline,
I wish the world was really flat, and that change would come and last.

Electric eyes,
Electric eyes,
Electric eyes.