The blowers daughter.

And so it is just like you said it would be. Life goes easy on me most of the time.
And so it is the shorter story. No love no glory. No hero in her sky.

I can´t take my eyes off of you.

And so it is just like you said it should be. We´ll both forget the breeze, most of the time.
And so it is the colder water, the blowers daughter, the pupil in denial.

I can´t take my eyes off of you.

(Did I say that I loathe you?
Did I say that I want to leave it all behind?)

I can´t take my mind off of you, till I find somebody new.


Damien Rice