° YOUR EYES °

                     Your eyes, the color of the earth, your eyes,
                     the moon itself comes knocking on your door.
                     Your eyes, the color of the earth, your eyes, 
                     the moon itself comes knocking on your door.
                     And nobody comes looking when you're standing in your window.

                     Look up, above your pretty head
                     you'll find there isn't any room to fill your heart with mine.

                     And nobody looks back at you when you take all the plates and go.

                     Your eyes,
                     the color of the earth, your eyes,
                     the moon itself comes knocking on your door.
                     And nobody comes looking
                     when you're standing in your window.
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                     OX4
                     מיכל דר
                     Octubre 17, 2012
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