Black Eyes

Black Eyes stay up late with me
Black Eyes lets get strange
In these darkened corridors no one sees the stains
Black Eyes I hear a blues band play
I see visions when we dance
Dead french poets taught me well I can’t help it when I laugh
Call the Doctor, ring the the Police
Cancel room service, fetch a priest
Your black eyes are my black eyes
I think we all live two lives
Black Eyes I hear you scream to me
When will you lose control?
Well I gave up trading slaves and guns to write books for blow up dolls
Black Eyes hide those photographs
Theyll come for you and me
BlaCk Eyes lights a cigerette whilst the band plays Let It Be
Call the Doctor, ring the the Police
Cancel room service, fetch a priest
Your black eyes are my black eyes
I think we all live two lives
Black Eyes ain’t religion
Shes just a certain kind of woman
Black Eyes I see your trigger finger
Reflected in my bathroom mirror
Your black and white cat and your homemade clothes
Your sad blue eyes and your holy ghost…