Who could count
the shades of blue
that shimmer in your eyes?
Who would know
the song you sing
each morning you arise?
Who knows you,
the real you,
you do not wish to show?
I do my love,
because I love you, and I want to know.
Who could count
the shades of blue
that shimmer in your eyes?
Who would know
the song you sing
each morning you arise?
Who knows you,
the real you,
you do not wish to show?
I do my love,
because I love you, and I want to know.