There are those boys with earthly eyes Their eyes are like the ground You walk and walk, kickin' up dirt But they don't make a sound
And when they kiss you, they sometimes leave 'em open To make sure you don't drown Yeah, the sweetest eyes, the truest eyes are probably dark brown
There are those boys with golden hazel eyes The colour of weak tea They spend their nights howlin' at the moon To let go of the sea
The scope of their depth is terrifying, thrilling You think you're finally free When you capture you 'Cause golden eyes are as sticky as honey from a bee I'm drownin'...
But those with blue I shouldn't trust 'Cause I myself have blue You fall for them so easy You think you see right through
You take a leap, thinking the water is deep When suddenly it's just grey rain Then puddles at your feet, they turn to dirty ice But somehow they'll melt back to clean blue water once again Confusing...
Blue eyes, they change like the weather Blue sea, blue sky, blue pain I wouldn't trust my own blue-eyed reflection As far as I could throw that mirror Bum ba bum bum...
But these are just silly eye-colour generalizations You shouldn't believe a word I've said 'Cause when you're lying in your bed Darkness 'round your head Your eyes might as well be polka-dotted or plaid Polka-dotted or plaidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
