Ode To Boy
(Alison Moyet)
When he moves I watch him from behind
he turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
itent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
When he drives I love to watch his hand
White and smooth almost feminine, almost American, I have to watch him
In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
he caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
I saw him searching into you and ached a while
I watch his lips caress the glass his fingers stroke its stem and pass
to lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes
From a shadow by the stair I watch as he weeps unaware
that I’m in awe of his despair
In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
he caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
I saw him searching into you and ached a while
When he moves I watch him from behind
he turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
itent and direct when he speaks, I watch his lips
When he drives I love to watch his hand
White and smooth almost feminine, almost American, I have to watch him
In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth
he caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot
And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue
I saw him searching into you and ached a while
Upstairs At Eric’s:
Don’t Go
Too Pieces
Bad Connection
Midnight
In My Room
Only You
Goodbye 70’s
Tuesday
Winter Kills
Bring Your Love Down (Didn’t I)
You And Me Both:
Nobody’s Diary
Softly Over
Sweet Thing
Mr Blue
Good Times
Walk Away From Love
Ode To Boy
Unmarked
Anyone
Happy People
And On
Misc:
Get Set (For The Summer)
Situation
State Farm
The Other Side Of Love