I saw him searching into you and ached a while
In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
White and smooth, almost feminine
Almost American, I have to watch him
His fingers stroke its stem and pass
That I'm in awe of his despair
He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
White and smooth, almost feminine
From a shadow by the stair
He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
Almost American, I have to watch him
He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
And when he drives I love to watch his hand
To lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes
Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
When he moves I watch him from behind
In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
I saw him searching into you and ached a while
And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
I watch his lips caress the glass
And when he drives I love to watch his hand
He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
I watch as he weeps unaware
Intent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
