As I walked into the old dust church doors the stained glass I see reminds me of times mostly bad, the sound of people's voices echoing the phrases of a book from many years ago I scan the sea of people my eyes land on you the odd boy in the corner with the beautiful emerald eyes that seemed obsessed with a book and with that I saw one look a simple glance so I took the chance to say hello I caught feels fast your eyes almost as beautiful as the stained glass  
The stained glass that once hurt but when I look into your eyes I felt safe your the reason I go back to that place to hear the echoes of those sould just to catch a glimpse every Sunday of the boy who keeps me alive an I now every time I see stained glass it reminds me of you and the funny things we say and do it every time I see stained glass it reminds me of you
And your green eyes that keep me from being blue