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Well, hello there, sweet to see you
Like your colour, how you doin'?
I've been battered and bewildered
In the beauty of your ruins

Flash, flash and I am blinded
By the fact that you've been born
Feels like fiction life goes on
Brown eyes are gone

Silence is a virtue
I was taught so I agreed
Conversation half forgotten
Is the hole I hold in me

And all our language and expression
Is decimated by decree
The sound of song dies in the dawn
Brown eyes are gone

Descended slowly on the steps of the cathedral
Where I kissed you
Remembered candles lit with meaning I imposed
But that escaped you

With your brown eyes and your blue jeans
I heard the chiming of the clocks
Kick out the shifting shuffling rhythm
Of your docs

Hit the road with my compadre
Saw the city incomplete
We were tossed and torn and tumbled
In your famous foreign streets

I felt so fearless and forgotten
No one numbered nothing neat
The son has shone, we still belong
Brown eyes are gone

So farewell then Senorita
Pianos played and set the tone
I was singing like a servant
To the tune of telephones

I wish you freedom and forgiveness
And a time that is your own
Blue is the colour, mine's the moment
Brown eyes are gone

Blue is the colour, mine's the moment
Brown eyes are gone
Well, hello there, sweet to see you   Like your colour, how you doin'?   I've been battered and bewildered   In the beauty of your ruins      Flash, flash and I am blinded   By the fact that you've been born   Feels like fiction life goes on   Brown eyes are gone      Silence is a virtue   I was taught so I agreed   Conversation half forgotten   Is the hole I hold in me      And all our language and expression   Is decimated by decree   The sound of song dies in the dawn   Brown eyes are gone      Descended slowly on the steps of the cathedral   Where I kissed you   Remembered candles lit with meaning I imposed   But that escaped you      With your brown eyes and your blue jeans   I heard the chiming of the clocks   Kick out the shifting shuffling rhythm   Of your docs      Hit the road with my compadre   Saw the city incomplete   We were tossed and torn and tumbled   In your famous foreign streets      I felt so fearless and forgotten   No one numbered nothing neat   The son has shone, we still belong   Brown eyes are gone      So farewell then Senorita   Pianos played and set the tone   I was singing like a servant   To the tune of telephones      I wish you freedom and forgiveness   And a time that is your own   Blue is the colour, mine's the moment   Brown eyes are gone      Blue is the colour, mine's the moment   Brown eyes are gone