heart, so come and free me It's so heavy on my heart Can you find me in the darkness And love don't let me down There's a journey in my eyes, it's
my own mind state At a divine rate, I ain't in this just to rhyme great See the truth in the thighs of a stripper, the eyes of my nigga If it's only
dark eyes that melted my soul down To a place where it longs to be? All of your history has little to do with your face You're mainly a mystery with violins
of a well in your eyes Have we won the no Nobel Prize Has the colour run out of our dies Surprise surprise There's a hell of a well in your eyes
Well they packed up their violin cases [Incomprehensible] Hopped in a big black Studebaker, they were acting pretty scary No one talked as they synchronized
from the sun made the corn grow strong and with it my desire. Well I'd see her in my dreaming and in my dreams caress Her eyes, her lips and her dark
The wind is howlin' the rain pours down Eyes are blood-shot heartbeat pounds Lights go out the whole world's in darkness The ground is tremblin', dogs
Darkness in front of our eyes A darkened circle you've made As you leave darkness and I have to stay Ten Strings of darkness on a violin sad Flowing
yellow keys her head inclines this way shy thoughts and grave wide eyes and hands that wander as they list twilight turns a darker blue with lights of
cannot be hurt By anything this wicked world has done 'Cause I hear violins I hear violins I hear violins I hear violins (Center of the sun) I hear ...violins
I cannot be hurt By anything this wicked world has done 'Cause I hear violins I hear violins I hear violins I hear violins Center of the sun I hear violins
Staring at the dark with hungry eyes, Moonlight flickered in the shadows cried, Gold ring flashed and the howling stopped, I called her name and the west
Sweet little words made for silence not talk Young heart for love not heartache Dark hair for catching the wind Not to veil the sight of a cold world
Was soon in the world of light where he remained a long time Until his eyes allowed him to see color. the world was no Longer a dark place and he moved
battlin my own mind state At a divine rate, I ain't in this just to rhyme great See the truth in the thighs of a stripper, the eyes of my nigga If it
the dark clouds of May, a leaf slips over your face, spring of love for tears of sorrow. Red eyes that wait for you for such a long time under the moon
fingernails while you dream of New Orleans. Well, for kissing in taxi cabs, romance and restaurants; for eating home-made dinners that took me too long; for your dark hair, dark eyes
I cannot be hurt By anything this wicked world has done 'Cause I hear violins I hear violins I hear violins I hear violins Center of the sun I hear ...violins
