Gary Gilmore's Eyes

I'm lying in a hosptal
 I'm pinned against the bed
 A stethoscope upon my heart
 A hand against my head
 They're peeling off the bandages
 I'm wincing in the light
 The nurse is looking anxious
 And she's quivering in fright
 I'm looking through
 Gary Gilmore's eyes
 The doctors are avoiding me
 My vision is confused
 I listen to my earphones
 And I catch the evening news
 A murderer's been killed
 And he donates his sight to science
 I'm locked into a private ward
 I realise that I must be
 Looking through
 Gary Gilmore's eyes
 I smash the light in anger
 Push my bed against the door
 I close my lids across the eyes
 And wish to see no more
 The eye receives the messages
 And sends them to the brain
 No guarantee the stimuli
 Must be perceived the same
 When looking
 through Gary Gilmore's eyes
 Gary don't need his eyes to see
 Gary and his eyes have parted company