Thought they were blue I'd see right through them Like the sun's light scatters in their eyes Behind the reflections of what they want to see Is the black of space But crowded in its place is the illusion Of the sky.
Thought they were blue I'd see right through them Like the sun's light scatters in their eyes Behind the reflections of what they want to see Is the black of space But crowded in its place is the illusion Of the sky.