Worry Lines

I’ll make a sign that stirs a million eyes
Hold up my hand to be analysed
Echoes the pound of a crowd for miles around
Turn off the sound and those worry lines

I fear the world in black and white
My instincts fraught with compromise
My words are smeared in others rhymes
I lost my voice but kept my sight

I lift up my eyes my head is clear
I turn to the skies my head is clear
I look in your eyes my head is clear