Gone is the girl
Who cared
The blue eyed girl
Who was scared
She stayed behind
She slipped away
She died

In our wine spinning
Friday world
I am her shell
I know that she wishes me well
On my way to hell

Blue eyes are not so blue
Fears don't seem so true
On late nights with you
And all I want is to
Immerse myself in dark
Black eyes
Black lips
Black dress
Black dreams
And a dark heart

But you have a head start