Softening the winter with his eyes Sitting in the meadow in disguise Feeling his way, touching the stone Watching the day through a telephone
Colours in the carnage of his hair Lose it in the debris on the stairs Feeling his way, touching her hand Making his way to the bandstand
He's in the sky, he's in the tide He's in the trees and the buzz of the night Feet in the sand, watching life Through Julian's eyes
Softening the winter with his smile Sitting in the doorway, counting tiles Feeling his way, touching life Watching the day through quiet eyes
Elephants and spiders in his head Capital letters, green and red Feeling his way, making a start Watching the day through cut glass
He's in the sky, he's in the grass He's in the wind and the curve of the stars Feet in the sand, watching life Through Julian’s eyes
Feet in the sand, watching life Through Julian’s eyes Through Julian’s eyes Through Julian’s eyes Through Julian’s eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
