It’s your eyes I recall
wide clear eyes that enthral
your eyes that never cry
no, they don’t ever cry
Because you, without whys
gave the curtest goodbye
because behind those eyes
beats a heart made of ice
It’s not love that I feel
when the thought of you comes to my mind
it’s not love that was real
not a love that was kind
Think that not, it’s not true
when I think of my sour past with you
when remembrances rise
I see just your clear eyes
They were distant, I felt
with that look from above
your wide eyes would not melt
even when we made love
And if you will return
I will love you as I’ve always done
a vain dream, nice like none
that is gone in the morn
But your wide eyes, my dear
your eyes wide and ice-clear
should you not come back, yet
I will never forget