i listen to you talk about your
whistling band, ride your bikes to
bad racket, climb the ladder and
up on the roof we're pa**ing pipes
like we're good old friends
but i know what i want
and i can't help feeling it
slate blue eyes
noone ever tries to win me over
so thanks, even though it's just
a little taste
slate blue skies
noone ever tries to stay up
later than they want to
even though it's heaven
slipping into sleeping states
i listen as you try to take my
breath away
but it's not what you do
it's what you don't say
if i never look over
you could never not stay
and when the sun comes up
we'll have someone to blame
fight it now if you have to
i understand your mistakes
pretty soon it'll all blow over and
i'll go back to where i came from