I open my eyes onto your eyes, love already watching me,
and I find inside your eyes my eyes.
Let's stay here, both of our hair
falling across half of our faces, your left eye
and my right eye two keyholes in agreement
and from which stream the lights of day in separate rooms.
Tell me what you discover, peering through your eye
into mine, each opening meant for one key.
I'll tell you what I find, looking opposite.
Tell me if you think worlds are closed or open designs.
Do I hold the key to what's behind your eyes, or do you?
Do you hold the key to what's behind my eyes, or do I?
Tell me what's happening inside your rooms I can't see.
Are there rooms inside you you can't find?
Are there voices inside those rooms?
Parts of rooms, half of your face, half of mine,
and light and time, share by share,
let's start a whole new world.
In the beginning was an eye gazing into an eye.