Several conversations Bleed you right down to doll-size Hold on confrontations Danger calls out to starry skies Blue-eyed, blue-eyed William Hammers your holy corner Christ died 'cos people k**ed him You need just one to warn ya Sold on the opposition Crazy about their shows of force Changing to a new position The map says you're sailing way off course Gone off of your own volition Old boys told you to get a horse Blue-eyed, blue-eyed William Forging his new estate of Counting to seven million Takes up all his leisure Some say it's conversation But you hear incoherent cries Like static between two stations William insists it ain't just noise Blue-eyed, blue-eyed William He's guarded and he's wary These noises, do they serve a purpose? Or are they merely arbitrary? Blue-eyed, blue-eyed William He's clinging to royal wreckage How could they cram so much goodness Into such a tiny package? Blue-eyed William, blue-eyed William Blue-eyed William, blue-eyed William