Perhaps it was a cloud
But in your eyes the sky became grey
Mine are seeing visions
Cause it wasn't a tear, was it?
The sky is blue
Your eyes shrink like blue jeans
My eyes are stinging
Both of them have dried out
Perhaps it was a dream
Perhaps my brain is tumbled and empty
All washed-out
Otherwise i wouldn't have ever forgotten
Perhaps i have a shell
A hard impenetrable beetles shell
Of outgrown clothes
A little child who can reach the ceiling
Why can't i get your blue jeans on?
Why can't i get your blue jeans on?
Why can't i get your blue jeans on?
Why can't i get your blue jeans on?
Why can't i get your blue jeans on?
Why can't i get your blue jeans on?
Why can't i get your blue jeans on?
Why can't i get your blue jeans on?