Eyes brown, eyes green
Looking at you looking at me
Smooth lips, pink lips
Your smile waiting for mine
Brown eyes, green eyes
Searching for something I can't see
Big hand, small hand
Fingertips brushing
I look away, I can't help my blushing
The waiting is killing me
So we go for a smoke
Breathing it into my lungs it's a saner kind of rush
Your eyes, my eyes
Seeing the same stars
Bare feet, small feet
Our bodies carried back inside
Your hands, my hands
Can't wait to intertwine
Keeping our eyes glued ahead
Our hands do the talking
Words get confusing
our hands have better grammar
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
Eyes brown, eyes green
Looking at you looking at me
Smooth lips, pink lips
Your smile waiting for mine
Brown eyes, green eyes
Searching for something I can't see
Big hand, small hand
Fingertips brushing
I look away, I can't help my blushing
The waiting is killing me
So we go for a smoke
Breathing it into my lungs it's a saner kind of rush
Your eyes, my eyes
Seeing the same stars
Bare feet, small feet
Our bodies carried back inside
Your hands, my hands
Can't wait to intertwine
Keeping our eyes glued ahead
Our hands do the talking
Words get confusing
our hands have better grammar
