You could lay me the black carpet of your thought And help me understand how it is to pray Outside the walls of your mind Dry lips that never speak out loud Sad big blue eyes Sad big blue eyes That have only cried once Our diarie looked the same Our lust for rain Our fears Big white clouds Outside the walls of your mind Dry lips that never speak out loud Sad big blue eyes Sad big blue eyes Dry lips that never speak out loud Sad big blue eyes Sad big blue eyes Sad big blue eyes Sad big blue eyes