me with those beautiful eyes and it makes me wonder what shes thinking across the room i saw you i saw you and city sleeps and the lights go off she looks at me with those beautiful eyes
and oblivious and you don't see me Well I threw you the obvious, Just to see if there's more behind the Eyes of a fallen angel, Eyes of a tragedy. Here
the burglar? - You mean he was dead when you got home? [Amos Hart] I'm covering for her. She was telling me cock and bull story story about this burglar
a memory Tell me I don't have to be Another number tacked to a wall 'cause It leaves me dislocated I fell I fall I'm falling still Sleep speaks in little