Текст: Dalbello. Immaculate Eyes.

you're impatient
i get bored when there's no
conversation - i
lose desire 'cause you're
not what you appear to be
not what you appear to be
imperfection
has left no trace upon you
your reflection
you depend upon it
you might be beautiful but what's behind it ?
you have a pretty face but what are you hiding ?
i'd rather stare at the stains on my window than look into those
Immaculate Eyes
i'd rather gaze at the dust on my pillow than look into those
Immaculate Eyes
invitation
signals you are sending
hesitation
like a neverending
vertigo inside of me
vertigo

no doubt i could
look at you for hours
but it's no good when
good looks overpower
you might be beautiful but what's behind it ?
you have a pretty face but what are you hiding ?
i'd rather stare at the stains on my window than look into those
Immaculate Eyes
i'd rather gaze at the dust on my pillow than look into those
Immaculate Eyes
if there's more to you than meets-the-eye
why, can't i find it ?
you laugh sweetly
when i ask you if your
beauty's skin-deep
i'd rather gaze at the dust on my pillow than look into those eyes
your Immaculate Eyes Immaculate Eyes your Immaculate Eyes Immaculate
Eyes