1980s
She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I'd hate to look into those eyes
and see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by
As if they thought of rain
I'd hate to look into those eyes
and see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by