Your white eyes, they never judge me, they just fix upon
a place that's far
away, deep inside you, and I wonder will I ever have the
chance to walk there
too? But you're tongue-tied, you always have been. Our
conversations, they
have been far too few. No going back now, at least we
have the time now to
explore what's happening deep down inside you, what's
going on here inside me
too. We're not dock-tied, we're individuals, and angel,
all I asked was "set me
free". But not this free.