Your eyes aren’t eyes.
They’re bees.
I can find no cure for their sting.

Your eyes aren't eyes
They're telescopes
The deepest layer of my heart  I cannot hide

Your eyes aren't eyes
They're knives
I cry when it pierces my heart open

Your eyes aren't eyes
They are bows and arrows
I can be an archer's fan in archery sport

Your eyes aren't eyes
They're home
I can see how wonderful my life  in there

Your eyes aren't eyes
They are magic potion
I melt I die upon a gaze of your eyes..