Your eyes which shoot
“I’m going to wring your neck”
and “We’ll never see the face
Of a child of ours”
Your eyes which shoot
“I’m at my wit’s end”
and “I can’t stand you anymore
Full stop”
And yet and yet
You’re the one that I chose
You’re hell and high water
But I follow you I follow you
And yet and yet
I will stay close to you
Counting up our failures
Until the end of I don’t know what
Your eyes which shoot
“This makes no sense at all"
and “I’m striking a match
And burning the whole damn thing”
Your eyes which shoot
An icy igloo blast
“You're really going to get it now
You little bastard”
And yet and yet
Deep in in our bed
I cling to those gentle words
That you grant me when you forget yourself
And yet and yet
I will follow you anywhere
You’re the love of my life
That’s what’ll be written on my grave
On my grave
Your eyes which promise me
A life with a leash around my neck
“If you want to follow me
It’ll be on your knees”
Your eyes which call me
Good for nothing at all
Weakling nancy boy
Limp dick piece of shit
Your eyes which shoot
Lightning and rocks
When the early morning sees me rolling in
All smiles and half drunk
Your eyes which shoot at me
“You’re not worth a nail”
And which aim machine guns
When I come home from you don’t know where
Your eyes which watch me
Which search me for lice 1
You eyes which implicate me
In any bit of bad luck
Your eyes which darken
When I make a joke
You eyes which knock me flat
Oh how I love you my darling
Your eyes which shoot
“I’m going to rip off your finger”
and “Why don’t you play piano
When I‘m not here”
Your eyes which stop
Your eyelashes that don’t flutter
That’s it you’re ready
It’s going to blow up in my face
And then there are my friends
Who are not at all yours
All our parties all our boozing
Which are really not
To your taste at all
And yet and yet
You are so beautiful sometimes
When your mouth doesn’t crease up
To curse me at the top of your voice
1. chercher des poux - literally search for lice and idiomatically 'nitpick' - 'Your eyes which search me for faults'