
Hazel eyes turn the night into a tourmaline
Open wide the iris night around you
Hazel eyes, earth and vine, the made and maker
Take your time, tell me why I found you
Rolling stone, how do I know you mean what you say?
Bolder now, holding out your august hand, your august hand
Hazel eyes, paper lights, myth and cymbal
The story's ours, tell me now how it goes
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