i don't know what it is   about your pretty eyes,   it's hard to look away,   it hurts to know you cry,   i wish that i could live,   inside your bedroom walls,   you make me wanna' run,   you make me want to crawl,      you've no idea   what it's like to watch you move :   like oil in water,   a work of art   using lies to tell the truth :   like oil in water,      the seconds ticking by,   i wait for you to smile,   i couldn't look away,   i'd miss you all the while,   i wanna' close my eyes   and know that you will too,   i wish that i could die,   and live inside of you,      you've no idea   what it's like to watch you move :   like oil in water,   a work of art   using lies to tell the truth :   like oil in water.