Fi-

na lly

the

hills

are

with--

out

eyes

they

are

ti-

red

of

pa-

in-

ting

a

dead

man's

face

red

with

their

o-

wn

blo--

od.

They

used

to

love

ha-

ving

so

much

to

lose

bli-

nk

yo-

ur

eyes

just

once

and

see

e-

very-

thing

in

ru-

ins.

Ja-

cob's

ghost

for

the

gi-

rl

in

white

Blind-

fold

fo-

~or

the

blind,

Dead

si-

blings

wan-

ting

the

dy-

ing

e~--

~arth

Noose

a-

round

a

cho~--

~king

heart

E-

ter-

ni-

ty

to~--

~rn

a-

part

So

toll

now

the

fu-

ne-

ral

bells.

How

blind

can

you

be,

don't

you

see...

How

blind

can

you

be,

don't

you

see...

How

blind

can

you

be,

don't

you

see...

That

the

gam-

bler

lost

all

he

does

not

have.