Father… I looked at your eyes for so many years. Innocent avenues of pain and despair Lost metaphors of sun and rain Father... I looked at your eyes and fear to see mine
I see the future in a broken crystal ball! I hear me laughing out of control Holding your suffocating paranoid brown eyes And the moments that I am no more!
But then I say: “Everything will be fine!” Today I claimed to be less than what I am And found myself at the dark stage, in a crying game Blaming the feelings that do not show
Paranoid Eyes Paranoid Brown Eyes Paranoid Eyes Paranoid Brown Eyes Paranoid Eyes
The Sky The Ground The Love The Hate The Dreams of no one ...of no one
I'm tired of watching these eyes In the same mirror Father, I looked at your eyes And fear to see mine
Do not fear Death I'll take you home
Paranoid Eyes
I see the future in a broken crystal ball! My lips are purple My veins have no place Memories are fragile I called the Lord... I called the Lord... I called the Lord... I called the Lord...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
