if only i could see her eyes
they would tell me everything
i know... look into my eyes you could see the past prese...
but its not about me, no its about her
she is getting older an still struming along sometime alone
or with a friend companion or a senseful stranger
if only i could see her eyes
shiny so dark, hiden in light
they would let out her feelings
all in a calm yet angered way
she would be swinging or weeping
but still stiff as a board
she could be joyous and scare you
and not move a muscle
if i could see into her eyes
they would tell me about her first time
first time for what... i dont know but i would know the feeling and if
it felt good or painfully wrong
her eyes will tell me
dar puddles of confusion and knowing
i could see it all if only
i could see her eyes