Your lips speak Italian,   your eyes speak in tongues.   Are you like this with everyone?      I see your face at the window,   light streaming behind.   Can I pawn my time?      I think it’s a sign.   I think it’s a sign.   I look in your eyes,   I don’t think you’ll mind,   I think it’s a sign.      Your skin speaks in patterns,   your eyes speak in codes.   Can I buy that load?      From her to the harbour there lies a whole ocean.   I can bide my time.