Behind My Eyes Words and Music by SHEILA KIRSTEN HUGHES and STING (sort-of) I wander these rolling hills I walk through my day in my mind Feel the chill of a wind on my face From memories frozen in time The smoke from my breath circles round It conjuers up ghosts from the ground There's swords in their hands and they're fighting an endless war It's a circle of life and it's pulling me in If I could just change my mind If I could just change my mind If I could just change I might be free break. . . I'm tracking my enemies down Got one cornered in the mirror hiding behind my eyes There's blood on her hands and her tongue is a sharpened sword She stabs me with her words, it's a torrid affair But I always pull through If I could just change my mind If I could just change my mind If I could just change I might be free Ad lib. . . Copyright © 2006 Sheila Kirsten Hughes, ASCAP. All Rights Reserved