Open Senses - Jens Buchert

Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people Wouldn't it be nice if they were always smilin' Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people Wouldn't it be nice if they were always smilin', smilin' Wake in the mornin', look out of my window Down on the street as the people pass by Wonderful faces, awake but asleep Rushing around with appointments to keep Rushing around with appointments to keep Bald-headed banker, with bowler on head Credit for debit still in the red School girl in pigtails and freckly nose Tryin' to remember her Latin prose Tryin' to remember her Latin prose Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people Wouldn't it be nice if they were always smilin' Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people Wouldn't it be nice if they were always smilin', smilin' Open up your eyes, open up your eyes Open up your eyes, open up your eyes Isn't it surprisin' what you'll find? Open up your eyes, open up your eyes What are they thinkin'? What's on their minds? Are they all lookin' for somethin' to find? Decreasin' circles, running around Searchin' for somethin' they've already found Searchin' for somethin' they've already found Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people Wouldn't it be nice if they were always smilin' Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people Wouldn't it be nice if they were always smilin' Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people