chemicals that swap eyes keep me alive, i'll find you between the brass and wood again. sing me a new song, trading hands in the big black nothing, oh once again its to the street gonna heal everything nursing age old calamities and some indiana breeze gone right through me taking everything but the gray skies and greif of the undone, so do it son. chemicals that swap eyes burn your insides, ill find you between the amber sea and quarter kiss, finding a new song, living along with the big black nothing, oh once again the streets gonna heal everything, nursing age old calamities in the indiana sun, so just run, run run. oh run. beautiful confusion. they'll say "damn you son." so what.