Eyes Have Me The hours till daybreak crawl slowly by;
I lie in my bed and I try to sleep.
Something keeps me awake;
I scarcely know why.
It seems that something slowly, surely creeps.
I have that feeling, long and deep,
That eyes are upon me.
I am cemented to where I lie;
I fail to rise, although I try;
Yet I still breathe and I do not die.
Still, I cannot break free.
