Eyes cold, darling no! Be mine Walking to the staircase in the morning after we Slept beneath some fabric in your semi autumn trees I was thinking of stories the day before told me How dreams within a photograph are something made to seize Daunting it may be to draw a picture from your knees Holding hope and wishing you had more than what you see If only I could wrap my arms around the smell of spring I'd hold it so the world could hold it too Eyes cold, darling no! Be mine Hey dad, I saw you smoking! Why shouldn't I? Oh, why do you come to me with a grain of salt? I do believe the best I have will never be enough I'm stuck high up in a tree, but I'd rather be, stuck Eyes cold, darling no! Be mine