Dominic's Interlude

Your eyes are fragile and timeless It's beautiful There's power in the words you whisper He treats you cold and so mindless But he don't see the setting sun Your eyes are open when you kiss him Your eyes are drawn to the worthless (ah baby, baby) Usual, the towers in your world are sinking And if you're looking for signs, then you should know There's power in the words you're thinking' Talk to your man, tell him he got bad news coming Walk on the edge with someone new Talk to your man, tell him we'll have some good time loving You can take a chance, come take my hand