Your Blue Eyes کے بول

Blue light setting lotus-style in your a-frame in the countryside Stillness slides the door and walks inside Candle on the windowsill burnt wickless through our low-lit meal Heaven only knows what you hide In your blue eyes, in your sly smile Tangerine on both your hands smells strong as the tobacco-can Roll me up a smoke if you don't mind Touch me like that afternoon when your friends would all be over soon And you said, "What the hell, we'll make the time" With your blue eyes, in your slight smile