In Your Eyes

Some people fall in love in rooms that are so dark,
They can't see where they are going, and they lose their hearts,
But when I saw your face, it was a light so strong,
And I could see a long night coming on,

In your eyes, in your eyes,

And I saw driving down to the river,
Laughing in the rain,
Dancing out in the moonlight,
Papers in bed,
And I saw your delights as a lover,
Until the break of day,
And oh every time I look,
It's you and me together in your eyes;

Some people say that time changes everything,
With love there's no way of knowing what the world may bring,
But I don't mind at all, because it's you and me,
And all I've ever wanted, I can see,

In your eyes, in your eyes,

And we are driving down to the river,
Laughing in the rain,
Dancing out in the moonlight,
Papers in bed,
And I feel your delights as a lover,
Until the break of day,
And oh every time I look,
It's you and me together in your eyes;

In your eyes, in your eyes,

And I feel your delights as a lover,
Until the break of day,
And oh every time I look,
It's you and me forever in your eyes,

In your eyes, in your eyes,

Driving down to the river,
Your delights as a lover,
Dancing out in the moonlight...

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