Spanish girl, oh Spanish girl. Your dark brown eyes look cautiously into my mind trying to find somewhere in there.
I try to say to myself, that there is no way in, don’t look at yourself in the mirror too often, its a one way street going somewhere I can’t go.
I’m half of what you want and half what i want. some places you just don’t need to go to. Its safer for you there, not here – places there have certainty where they know something. You want to know something. I am a blind man in a dark park, wondering through life without direction.
I’m looking at you, always – oh dark eyes, eye-brow Spanish girl looking at me, always.
Your dark brown eyes look cautiously, favorably, curiously into my mind trying to find somewhere in there.
somewhere in there…
I dont know its in there.