you're impatient

i get bored when there's no

conversation - i

lose desire 'cause you're

not what you appear to be

not what you appear to be

imperfection

has left no trace upon you

your reflection

you depend upon it

you might be beautiful but what's behind it ?

you have a pretty face but what are you hiding ?

i'd rather stare at the stains on my window than look into those

Immaculate Eyes

i'd rather gaze at the dust on my pillow than look into those

Immaculate Eyes

invitation

signals you are sending

hesitation

like a neverending

vertigo inside of me

vertigo

no doubt i could

look at you for hours

but it's no good when

good looks overpower

you might be beautiful but what's behind it ?

you have a pretty face but what are you hiding ?

i'd rather stare at the stains on my window than look into those

Immaculate Eyes

i'd rather gaze at the dust on my pillow than look into those

Immaculate Eyes

if there's more to you than meets-the-eye

why, can't i find it ?

you laugh sweetly

when i ask you if your

beauty's skin-deep

i'd rather gaze at the dust on my pillow than look into those eyes

your Immaculate Eyes Immaculate Eyes your Immaculate Eyes Immaculate

Eyes