cruel I thought I saw forever in your eyes But the eyes of a fool Never can see, never can see I looked at you Through the eyes of a fool Eyes of a
Grey like new day leaks through the window And some old song comes on the alarm clock radio We walk the forty blocks to the middle Of the place we heard
See the soul singer in the session band Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the soul singer
the patience But she saw the world through the eyes of a child None of the nightmares, and nothin' to deny She saw the world through the eyes of a
this way It's all in the way you get used to it That makes you go or stay But nothing can stop this eyes form wandering (eyes) .... Once I had a superstition
it, I can sense the throbbing pain. I catch a glimpse of sparkling eyes, Then I see the eyes no more. Try to find a pair of eyes, Eyes to match a soul
eyes, I used to see And a song in the words that you spoke to me Was I wrong to believe in your melody There's a light in your eyes, did you leave that
Are Flowers There's Wine... To Learn With The Rivers With The Mountains With The Trees And Learn To See With The Eyes Of Soul Make An Essence To Life
I love your eyes so much I wanna poke 'em out I love your legs so much I wanna break 'em off I love your hair so much I wanna rip it out You played a
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There's nothing behind your eyes The windows to the soul What's beneath your skin A dead heart still beating The cold stare of dead eyes A look into
's eyes Every time that I'm feeling blue I sit right back and I think of you That's when I realize You'll have your daddy's eyes Hello beautiful Your
stores He's lost, all control Take a look, eyes are the soul Eyes are the soul Eyes are the soul Eyes are the soul I look into her eyes, she's so young
(feat. Emmylou Harris) Gray light, new day leaks through the window And an old song comes on the alarm clock radio We walk the forty blocks to the middle
See the Soul Singer in the session band Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the Soul Singer
[0.00-0.49 min.] Ferrarius Verbero Aestus Ferratilis* For the love of art and the making This is for the love of art and the making [*Translation: black
[22.35-22.55 min.]
