Heavy eyes and blue like the sky;
they hide about a thousand feelings,
they’re unreadable,
They’ve seen it all through the 30-odd years you’ve been scheming,
they tear through my walls and they take control.
I’m usually self-sure and strong
but lately, inevitably, I’m inexplicably weak
when your heavy eyes are on me.
Tired eyes with blood-shot lines
from the beer and the late nights you’re working.
You’ve got the gift of the gab,
but I see a troubled man who’s had his fair share of hurting.
Whatever the weather,
boy I’ll make you feel better,
we’ll talk and we’ll ‘take it easy’.
Relax your heart in my hand and
rest your head on my knee
and lay your heavy eyes on me.
How I’d like to know your mind
and see behind your weary eyes.
Heavy eyes are on me…
Heavy eyes and blue like the sky
could seduce anyone he may choose.
Dilated or small, they see through the smoke
but conceal some indefinite truths.
So call me up and I’ll come around if you’re feeling down,
cos who wants to wake up alone?
If you want lust, or love, or something in-between,
then lay your heavy eyes on me.
Oh, and lay your heavy eyes on me.