You keep looking up at me
Your glaring eyes stifle my smile
Your hopeless jaw clinched and shut
Your curly hair draped over
Your cold still shoulders
You keep looking up at me
Like I’ve got something
To prove to you
Well, I guess I do
I keep looking at my feet
My happiness won’t prove true
My wandering eyes find no place to hide
My sweaty hands begin to shake
My beloved’s precious face
And you keep looking up at me
Like you’ve got something of mine
Well, I guess you do
