Из альбома: The Boatman's Call
kiЯ me again, rekiЯ me and kiЯ me
slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt
this useleЯ old fucker with his
twinkling cunt
doesn't care if he gets hurt
green eyes, green eyes
green eyes, green eyes
if it were but a matter of faith
if it were measured in petitions and prayer
she would materialise, all fleshed out
but it is not, nor do I care
green eyes, green eyes
green eyes, green eyes
so hold me and hold me, don't tell me your name
this morning will be wiser than this evening is
then leave me to my enemied dreams
and be quiet as you are leaving, MiЯ
green eyes, green eyes
green eyes, green eyes