I want to spend a day in your eyes. Seek shelter from my lies.
Seek refuge from the wise. I want to spend a day in your eyes. Out on the landscape of my life, there resides a burdening darkness.
Such a lonely, such a lonely, empty, empty, stripped-down darkness. In your eyes, I can dream. Dream that I might harness.
Through dreams and schemes and unplanned themes, harness a corner on love. Is it enough, as I am told, to simply accept your name?
Is it not just another missionary game? Is it enough, is it not?
Can it be given as freely?
Am I here or there?
Am I still at arm's length?
How long can I look and not find?
In your eyes, I can reach. Reach an uncertain kindness.
Through wrongs and rights and nocturnal flights, harness a corner on love. Out on the landscape of my life, there resides so much darkness. Such a lonely, such a lonely, empty, empty, stripped-down darkness.
Just to spend a day in your eyes. Seek shelter from my lies. Seek refuge from the wise.
I can't see you anymore, and I feel I've gone blind.