My mind is made from frames, and one of them is your eyes.
The word is made with meaning that you gave it
You don't need to be present to feel that gaze of beautiful eyes.

Jewels that armies may go to war, the sky might fall, the dark be light thats the gaze of those beautiful eyes. Out of balance the want to live, a bigger stride, a higher jump, a stronger bite... thats the gaze of those beautiful eyes.

Like a thread weeved back through life twisting, turning, taking everywhich way... eventually that gaze laid upon me, the gaze of your beautiful eyes.

Deep beneath the surface my darkness slowly creeps to see the light, sealed behind walls locked away for as sure protection, fear, doubt, and my cloud of axiety. The bright blue rays cut across my horizon of life, as they focus in on me, how could it be? Beautiful eyes...

Beautiful eyes,
Beautiful eyes... beautiful eyes.