Strange Eyes

Strange eyes, blue clocks without hands two lives lived in distant lands little blue mysteries what did they see in me Strange eyes, early Pica*sos 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 Strange eyes, two little whirlpools made by 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