Happy (Unbounded Glory)

I'm holding these eyes. These tired eyes. These tired eyes
 Contained in me a weak block of sensation ties.
 You together, or rather me, I should say give it
 double the life, the toil, the trouble to live
 Anything is nothing when all that's been had is everything.
 â Continually continuing continuity all that's ahead, behind... â is nothing.
 Anything is nothing when all that's been dreamt is everything.
 Anything, anything, simple things, dead things... anything.
 I've given these eyes a bath, these red eyes, these red eyes
 The heavenly countenance enraged in me by old glassy eyes
 â Oh, I've crossed the Ande's mountains high and felt the waiting peaceful tide
 And just as extremely have I gone down in an ocean trench to peacefully drown.â
 Nothing is everything when all that's been remembered is anything.
 â Continually I have seen this certain continuity continuing everything.
 Nothing is everything when all that's been remembered is anything.
 So long 2-pointed South America
 So long your happy fools, your clowns
 So long green, green America
 As long as you're around.