wild eyes

sometimes the eyes of the evening
emerge to spoil the twilight's mystery.
i fall beneath it and your shadow
by the street light, cold hands on cold pavement.

so i stand and then fall
knees numb and shying from the light
and i'm scared for my life

and i work and i sigh
underneath your wild night eyes
and i'm scared for my life,
oh, my life.

with you in mind, i'd walk the skies.
i'd make them perfect, rain all day
almost enough resentment to make you grin
i'd do it all if only i could rise

so i stand and then fall
knees numb and shying from the light
and i'm scared for my life
and i work and i sigh
underneath your wild night eyes
and i'm scared for my life.