The bluest sky: my love
In your eyes I'm always lost...
The face hides behind walls and masks
To seem coldly staring as the days pass...
The prettiest eyes
Beneath the bluest skies...
Flowers blooming with heavy rose petals
Dust in my eyes from the dirty dark meadows...
The sea shines
With your reflection on it...
Johnny Jone's one-track mind to nowhere
Has him whistling the lonesome city blues...
The serial murderer and police detective,
In a heated battle of chess...
The queen of hearts between the Jack and the King
Is wondering if its better to be in a fling...
Nobody wants to talk to me,
So I'm a lonesome man...
Don't be mad because it aint that bad
She's here around somewhere to be had...
A sleek, slender flower to jealousy unwinds
As a sweet, tender spirit softly holds the binds...
I sat and watched the sun go down
Leaving me with empty thoughts...