It sure as hell got to do with the eyes.
They revealed themselves,
Talking about undeserving things
Presences, too
That the mouth shall not put into words.
For I have seen them before,
It's rather presumptuous, really, that
The first time I see love,
Is what your eyes looked like
The last time our eyes locked on with one another
And I can see them very, very clearly now.
The last time our eyes locked on with one another
And I can see them very, very clearly now.
The most entrancing thing my heart gets to ponder
On one chilly night, in a bus
Back to hometown.
Back to hometown.