He keeps watching her eyes;
He's just watching her eyes.
He keeps watching her eyes;
Can't stop watching her eyes.
Well his time is running short,
Making sure that's what he's
got
When he's not moving much.
Seems to hard in this strange
water,
To try to live without a lover
Or a loving touch.
He keeps watching her eyes;
He keeps watching her eyes.
He keeps watching her eyes;
He keeps watching her eyes.
He feels the movement.
He feels the passion;
Takes no relaxation;
Uses only tension.
They take their pleasure,
They give no concession.
They give no indication:
You get no infirmation.
She'd tell if there was a friend,
She takes it to the railway
where the waters flow.
Can't think of any reason;
It's just the changing of
the season,
So he watches his woes.
No more watching her eyes;
No more watching her eyes.
No more watching her eyes;
No more watching her eyes.
He feels the movements, feels
the passion, feels the relaxation;
No more watching her eyes.
He takes the pleasure, no
concession, indication, information;
No more watching her eyes.
No more;
No more watching her eyes.
He's taking his eyes away;
Taking the lies away.
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