Blue Eyes of a Millionaire

Shyness hanging like a wedding day Bad clothes keep you in the village hall Sunday, nothing for the rest of us Sunday, listen to your spirits soar Thank you, thank you for the holiday We talk, sometimes in the quiet wood Three years digging all the scenery Black walls, cloudy as a sea of ghosts Let the summer go Let tomorrow take care of itself If you believe like you tell me so Hand in hand, your lover will be every Sweet and hungry soul Stage school, falling like the summer end Trees strip, wrap yourself in colour brown Sun dips underneath the capricorn Bell rings summon you to feeling warm Morning, must have thought about you All night, reach out with a single call Not my place to be your confidante I just thought I’d catch you as you fall Let the summer go Let tomorrow take care of itself If you believe like you tell me so Hand in hand, your lover will be every Sweet and hungry soul Goodness glowing like an firefly Cheek bones, blue eyes of a millionaire