Strange eyes, blue clocks without hands

two lives lived in distant lands

little blue mysteries

what did they see in me

Strange eyes, early Picassos

call me even when you don't

if only from pictures

it having been three years

The follow me in all my dreams

Oh God I'm still in love with you

Strange eyes, to little star charts

plunge knives into my poor heart

As lovely as a tree they endlessly recede

Strange eyes, two little whirlpools

made by God to destroy fools

two pearls of inf'nite cost

two paradises lost

They swallow me in all my dreams

Oh God I'm still in love with you