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