Surveillance - George Ogilvie

Despite my glorified foresight

No one will be talking in time

Once the limit was the sky

Now I’m under watchful eye

Until the day your thoughts align

And slow down with mine

I’m under surveillance

The path to the poet’s ideal

Forever amazed by the way

That you spin the wheel

It goes over your head dear

Over your head, over

And I’m in way over my head here

Over

I’m covering up behind design

For you to share your timeless cure

For peace of mind

Because there’s far more than meets the eye

That I’ve come to admire

All that you have in your sights

When I’m slowly losing mine

While I’m under surveillance

The path to the poet’s ideal

Forever amazed by the way

That you spin the wheel

It goes over your head dear

Over your head, over

And I’m in way over my head here

Over

Oh and how I long to breathe air

Oh and how I long to beathe air

Long to breathe air

Long to breathe air

But I’m under surveillance

The path to the poet’s ideal

Forever amazed by the way

That you spin the wheel

It goes over your head dear

Over your head, over

And I’m in way over my head here

Over

Oh and how I long to breathe air

Oh and how I long to beathe air

Oh and how I long to breathe air

Oh and how I long to breathe air

Long to breathe air

Long to breathe air

Long to breathe air