Open Your Eyes (For Rejected Sons and Nobody’s Daughters)

"And Just Like That, Everything Sounded Different"

Live from Petit Champlain, Quebec, Canada, March 7, 2015

Between suicide and all your dirty lies
Are you looking sad for girls
Are you looking bad for sympathy

It’s getting hard to say open your eyes
Needles haven’t fixed anything
It’s getting hard to say open your eyes

I guess we’re millions of faces
Waiting somewhere for somebody else’s place
To feel like home

I guess we’re millions of faces
Waiting somewhere for somebody else’s place
To feel like home

Love is a refuge with fears and doubts
It’s the Jesus on your necklace
Love is a silence to your cry outs
Sleepless hideouts
Love is a refuge with fears and doubts
It’s the Jesus on your necklace
Love is a silence to your cry outs
The cheapest the fabulous

Between suicide and secrets that you hide
Are you feeding pain like birds
Are you trading pearls for misery

It’s getting hard to say open your eyes
Needles haven’t fixed anything
It’s getting hard to say open your eyes

I guess we’re millions of faces
Waiting somewhere for somebody else’s place
To feel like home

Love is a refuge with fears and doubts
It’s the Jesus on your necklace
Love is a silence to your cry outs
Sleepless hideouts
Love is a refuge with fears and doubts
It’s the Jesus on your necklace
Love is a silence to your cry outs
The cheapest the fabulous

(Memory’s the same)
Are you looking sad for girls, are you
Are you looking bad for sympathy
(Memory’s the same)
Are you feeding pain like birds, are you
Are you trading pearls for misery

Rejected sons, nobody’s daughters
We’re all humans, we need to belong
For every time I tried to hold on
To hold onto somebody else
I’ve been waiting for a call

Love is a refuge with fears and doubts
It’s the Jesus on your necklace
Love is a silence to your cry outs
Sleepless hideouts
Love is a refuge with fears and doubts
It’s the Jesus on your necklace
Love is a silence to your cry outs
The cheapest the fabulous

I’ve been waiting for a call
Why don’t you call out my name

Words: A. Foster
Music: Your Favorite Enemies