Strange eyes, blue clocks without hands two lives lived in distant lands little blue mysteries what did they see in me
Strange eyes, early
Picassos call me even when you don't if only from pictures it having been three years
The follow me in all my dreams
Oh God I'm still in love with you
Strange eyes, to little star charts plunge knives into my poor heart
As lovely as a tree they endlessly recede

God to destroy fools two pearls of inf'nite cost two paradises lost
They swallow me in all my dreams
Oh God I'm still in love with you