But your bandanna says it all tucked under your face. I can't keep staring at your mouth without wondering how it tastes. I know the shape of your hands because I watch them when you talk. And I know the shape of your body 'cause I watch it when you walk.
Charming, crazy eyes have you, are they grey or green, I could listen to you speak forever but never know what you mean.
And your voice tames the sweet thunder in my heart with quiet calls. I don't care about your long hair; not a little, not at all. The secret of the Sun is in you not in me. "You're what the Moon has always meant and what the Sun will always sing."
Charming, crazy eyes have you, are they grey or green I could listen to you speak forever but never know what you mean.
This is a song I wrote. I guess lyrics are poems, too.