Bright eyes...

Bright eyes...

If you've got the face to launch a thousand ships,
Well I'm afraid I got the shit end of the bargain.
My lips don't flow like the waves and the moons and the tides,
But believe me, I have tried.
Still, those lines that I speak, they don't have much meaning,
And you can dissect them until they have even less,
We all (pretend to) know what you're feeling, but
It was only I, who thought my words could help you with this mess.

I could never even come close.

Your sharp tongue burst my dreams,
Life's balanced with more fragility then it seems.
I guess it was me who planted the seeds.

And the seeds grew into indifferent trees,
It was so lax it couldn't even make paper;
That's got two sides.
And you see, we really never had that.

Just when your apathy gets me down,
It's still you that can turn me round.
I don't have to look far,
I couldn't even if I tried,
Because I'll always come back,
To you and your bright eyes.