Eyes

Oh, It's too late now. It's too late To forget, to erase your memory. Fabricated out of empty hopes, Babe. Fabricated out of foolish Mistakes. Oh, I wanna thank my eyes, my eyes for Being true to me. Stretching out your hand into the Sky. Forgiving us all for making mistakes. Looking down with me, I've been without before. I'd stay in this sky than to live again. I wanna thank my eyes, my eyes for being True to me. Can them be your belief with thousand grains inside? Can them be your belief with thousand grains inside? Can them be your belief with thousand grains inside? Can them be your belief? I wanna thank my Eyes, my Eyes.