It's not the color of her eyes;
The bright blue skies that smile upon me.
It's the way that she stares at me at night with disbelief and admiration.
And when she sings to me
I lose myself in a deep sea of strings and melody.
And I don't want to be free
Of the overwhelming calmness her voice brings me.
And when I least expect them,
Those things my woman says to me
Makes me not want to leave.
So I keep making plans,
And whilst I look through the glass,
There she is staring at me,
Telling me of how much I make her happy,
And so I smile and don't say a word.
And she knows.
The bright blue skies that smile upon me.
It's the way that she stares at me at night with disbelief and admiration.
And when she sings to me
I lose myself in a deep sea of strings and melody.
And I don't want to be free
Of the overwhelming calmness her voice brings me.
And when I least expect them,
Those things my woman says to me
Makes me not want to leave.
So I keep making plans,
And whilst I look through the glass,
There she is staring at me,
Telling me of how much I make her happy,
And so I smile and don't say a word.
And she knows.