Alba s touto skladbou:
Live in London,
There are those boys with earthly eyes
Their eyes are like the ground
You walk and walk, kickin' up dirt
But they don't make a sound
And when they kiss you, they sometimes leave 'em open
To make sure you don't drown
Yeah, the sweetest eyes, the truest eyes are probably dark brown
There are those boys with golden hazel eyes
The colour of weak tea
They spend their nights howlin' at the moon
To let go of the sea
The scope of their depth is terrifying, thrilling
You think you're finally free
When you capture you
'Cause golden eyes are as sticky as honey from a bee
I'm drownin'...
But those with blue I shouldn't trust
'Cause I myself have blue
You fall for them so easy
You think you see right through
You take a leap, thinking the water is deep
When suddenly it's just grey rain
Then puddles at your feet, they turn to dirty ice
But somehow they'll melt back to clean blue water once again
Confusing...
Blue eyes, they change like the weather
Blue sea, blue sky, blue pain
I wouldn't trust my own blue-eyed reflection
As far as I could throw that mirror
Bum ba bum bum...
But these are just silly eye-colour generalizations
You shouldn't believe a word I've said
'Cause when you're lying in your bed
Darkness 'round your head
Your eyes might as well be polka-dotted or plaid
Polka-dotted or plaid
