Out of Focus

For an hour every year

Sitting in his comfortable chair

His instruments

Controlling my refractive state

By changing settings

Reading the letters on the chart

Change eye and take it from the stars

Shifting lenses

It’s better this way or that

A perfect vision

Every hour that she's here

I see her sitting in my comfortable chair

No instruments

Could control our delicate state

We’re changing settings

And because of the tears in my eyes

I saw her leaving out of focus

Because of the tears in my eyes

I saw her leaving out of focus

Because of the tears in my eyes

I saw her leaving out of focus