Album: At Rush Hour the Cars
Well, I can see in your grey green eye the mystery of Hecate
And the sky
So lonely, like lookin' back at I
But in a breeze that you once blew
I caught the mornin' dew
So lovely, like lookin' into your eye
And like a river bound for the sea
Like the crest beyond the tree
Drunk as can be, I tie myself to thee
Old shoes, lonely eye, so far outta sight
Old shoes, lonely eye, so far outta sight
Old shoes, lonely eye, so far outta sight
Old shoes, lonely eye