And the glint in his eyes when he speaks of the things he loves,
Reminds me of cosmos,
How could there be something so surreal,
Oh his eyes...
Makes me forget the sorrows of tommorrow.
Eyes
And the glint in his eyes when he speaks of the things he loves,
Reminds me of cosmos,
How could there be something so surreal,
Oh his eyes...
Makes me forget the sorrows of tommorrow.