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My brown eyes, two pools of mudResting in two dark moons, they turn the tide into a floodAnd the bloodshot lines in the whites map every A road in this town,All the glare of the city lights, every cul de sac we've talked downOver time they build up the city, and our arguments show it allEvery ring road, every motorway, displayed in crease and wrinkleUntil my face is a map you have folded up one hundred, one thousand times.You know it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse,And what goes on in between, I try to keep it out of my thoughtsYour blue eyes are like the deepest and the warmest seasAs the salt elevates my body, they float my heart up past my teethAnd with the water and the Cypriot sun, would your psoriasis bleach and be gone?Would it fix the pallor of my skin? Would my freckles all meld into one?Your body above me, sobbing down, my cheeks wet from your tearsThey extinguish each of the burning thread veins, flow down to my earsNow they rest in two tiny reservoirs that overfed the wedded canalsYou know it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse,And what goes on in between, I try to keep it out of my thoughtsAnd life, life is a long time, too long to my mind, too long by farBetween my waterfalls and your landslides, there's cartography in every scarLife, life is a long time, too long to my mind, too long by farBecause it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse,And what goes on in between, I try to keep it out of my thoughtsYou know it starts pretty rough and ends up even worse,And what goes on in between, I try to keep it out of my thoughts From Letras Mania