Music: Gregory And The Hawk
I listen to you talk about your whistling bands
Ride your bikes to bad racket
Climb the latter and up on the roof
We're passing pipes like we're good old friends
But I know what I want
And I can't help feeling it.
Turn toward the lake and talk of jumping in
Instead we sit back and imagine
The romance of water on our naked skin
And first wet steps
And I can't help feeling it
Slate blue eyes
No one ever tries
To win me over, so thanks
Even though it's just a little taste.
Slate blue skies
No one ever tries
To stay up later
Then they want to
Even though it's heaven
Slipping into sleeping states
I listen as you try to take my breath away
But it's not what you do it's what you don't say
If I never look over
You can never not stay
When the sun comes up
We'll have someone to blame
Slate blue eyes
No one ever tries
To win me over, so thanks
Even though it's just a little taste.
Slate blue skies
No one ever tries
To stay up later
Then they want to
Even though it's heaven
Slipping into sleeping states
Fight it now if you have to
I understand your mistakes
Pretty soon it will all blow over and
I'll go back to where I came from
Slate blue eyes
No one ever tries
To win me over, so thanks
Even though it's just a little taste.
Slate blue skies
No one ever tries
To stay up later
Then they want to
Even though it's heaven
Slipping into sleeping states