(D. Pickerill/P. O´Donoughue)

This song is for listening to
On nights you´re all alone
Blank face at the window pane

Or a silent telephone
Chorus:
And it´s all about a boy you have known
With black hair or brown hair
And hands made of stone

He had eyes like the (deeps?) in the sky
Hair like the clouds you´ve seen floating by
And my sky was your cloud
You made the first smile I had ever worn

Chorus

Do you wonder if he knows now
Of the pain behind your eyes
The scorching in your throat
Or the half ? forgotten ? sighs
Do you try hard to sleep

And feel old memories
Creeping to the dark folds of night
??? your glance and made me dance
The first dance I had ever seen

Chorus