Your eyes are fragile and timeless
It's beautiful
There's power in the words you whisper
You treat your corner 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
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 made some good time loving
You can take a chance, come take my hand
