Bluest Eyes in London

 

well the bluest eyes in London

were falling into me

and just before we left the suburb

I said I've got somewhere to be

now i'm hiding in her bed sheets

struggling to breathe

I guess the bluest eyes,

were way too blue for me
 

Still I don't know what to make of you

you've got a black flag in your window,

blasting blink 182 and though

it was alright, I thought twice anyway. 
 

and now the bluest eyes in London

have got me on my knees,

'till our bodies were just traded,

for a warmer place to sleep

and her fingers feel like hand cuffs

as I'm guided through the house,
I see shelves full of un-read books on self-help.

 

And I guess i saw myself in you,

with all those photos of your marriage,

hanging crooked on the wall and though

it was alright, I thought twice anyway

and I've thought twice since the day

 

and incase you were wondering,

not every scumbag's out to do you harm

not everyone is broken

not every cloud is there to cause a storm,

not every fighter cares about his cause. 

though we broke a couple hearts that night,

as long as I'm a fighter,

I'll be running for my life and though

it was alright, I thought anyway,

and I've thought twice since the day.