I'm getting squeezed
From seven yards away
And I'm trying to breath
And I'm trying to say

Do you know what time it is
And how's it going, man?
But it comes out in a whisper
That's hard to understand

Bliss has blue eyes, Bliss has brown hair
When she's dying let me be there
So I can tell her that she's the most wonderful thing
My lonely, tired, dried-up eyes have seen

I might seem weird
From seven yards away
Some older guy
Who watches while you play

If she would step close to me
Look up and touch my face
My life would be a different thing
The world a different place

Bliss has blue eyes, Bliss has brown hair
When she's dying let me be there
So I can tell her that she's the most wonderful thing
My lonely, tired, dried-up eyes have seen