Gary Gilmore's Eyes

I'm lying in a hospital, 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