It hurts my eyes

Brother. You knew me. You knew me and you said nothing. You sat there and you watched them come. You watched them come and take me away. They showed up that time when we were sitting by the fire, just the two of us, and they dragged me away and you said nothing. You didn't even look at me brother. You kept staring into the fire and my eyes were on you. They were on you all the way, brother - all the way into this...

And the fire! It hurts my eyes, so I look away. I keep my eyes fixed to the ground and I remember how you looked into the fire. I remember how you let them take me away and you said nothing.

So I ask myself. And then I ask again, but the fire brother, it hurts my eyes.

It hurts my eyes.