Sometimes we have to look closely to find the things we can't see,
but your Green eyes are always a mystery to me
What's behind?
Are you a stranger to crying?
Are you "fine"
If you need me to I will anchor you
Just dive head first into the blue
No minced words
I will carry you
Sometimes I have to think wisely about things I love most,
Your Green eyes are the Climax, and if not they take me close
Am I a step behind?
Still a Stranger to crying?
Still "fine"
If you need me to I will anchor you
Just dive head first into the blue
No minced words
I will carry you
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Frankie Martinelli
Musician.
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