When My Eyes ( Rare) With Lyrics

Waitress on skates, in trainin They dart to call it dreaming Images present themselves to me Seeds are ripe for reapin I continue sleepin You re everything you ever wanted to be And nothing here is changing No messy rearranging Cause every set of ficus stays the same Sinatra s always singing And you do all the clinging And someone else accepts my place Whatever my imagination throws So rugged, growing rose When my eyes do close When my eyes do close When they close Turn and face my ceiling Deep in all the feeling Inhibitions turn to dust and fly away Stop my eyelids flickering With your petty bickering But this I must say, What I got to say I hear my girl Dinah s playin And tree branches start swayin Run over and sit right by the roof And I see the lips are growing Little buds are showing Reach out a hand And bite into the fruit Whatever my imagination throws So rugged, g