When I see your eyes,
I see the you
That was so kind.
Buried behind the bags
And lines,
Is a morsel of dreamer
Left behind.
Though fully wise,
And aged like wine,
It's heartbreak knowing
The inner child
Has died.
When I see your eyes,
I see the you
That was so kind.
Buried behind the bags
And lines,
Is a morsel of dreamer
Left behind.
Though fully wise,
And aged like wine,
It's heartbreak knowing
The inner child
Has died.