You Told Me That You'D Be Home Today

I've never touched your sky before, I've never, ever touched your hair, though, I've looked into your troubled eyes and I seen that you weren't there. You told me that you would be home today, and that you would be my lady fair. ...but when I looked into your troubled eyes I seen you that weren't there... I seen you that weren't there. You know that I know your sweet troubled eyes, I just don't know what they're seeing, and in fifty shades of gray you've painted your lair. You told me that you would be home today, and that you would be my lady fair. Your eyes seemed to be so happy only when the sky was blue, but now they're all cloudy and gray. You told me that you would be home, in your eyes I see you're walking away. You know that I know your sweet troubled eyes, I just don't know what they're seeing. In fifty shades of gray you've painted your lair. You told me that you would be home today, and that you would be my lady fair. You told me that you would be home today...