Black Eyes - Deformative video free download

Sunset, behind a chain link fence

You put that tiny candle in my hand

You put that chrism on my forehead

With your fingers crossed

You held my wrists

And I'll never forget that pebble pushing up into my knee

You said the sky'd light up

You said the sky'd light up

And all the kids in the playground waiting for the light up

You said the sky's the sign

You said the sky's the sign

And I was watching the blue in your eyes turn fire

You said the sky'd light up

You said the sky'd light up

And I feel anymore and all I can see anymore

I didn't like it

I was excited by it

What will I say when I get home?

I'm in the window, I'm at the door

Oooh, oooh, oooh

And (I, my) one the black top (lie, aie) and on the jungle gym (why, cry, I've got no piece of mind) and (I got no peace) on the four-square courts you gave me a fear of (I'm gonne blow your mind and) my skin, a desiring (I'm gonna blow your mind) to feel the sun rising in between my knees

Why try, feel my, I got no peace of mind

And I got no peace of mind

And I got no peace of mind

And all I can feel anymore and all I can see anymore

I'm 16, driving south from Baltimore

What will I say when I get home?

I'm in the window

I'm at the door

All I feel anymore and all I can see anymore

There's something on the ceiling

My feet aren't on the floor

All I feel anymore and all I can see anymore

My feet aren't on the floor

There's something on the ceiling

I didn't like it

I was excited by it

What will I say when I get home?

I'm in the window, I'm out the door

Sunset, behind a chain link fence

You put that tiny candle in my hand

You put that chrism on my forehead

With your fingers crossed

You held my wrists

And I'll never forget that pebble pushing up into my knee

You said the sky'd light up

You said the sky'd light up

And all the kids in the playground waiting for the light up

All I feel anymore and all I can see anymore

Do you fear for your child?

This will stay with me until I die!

And all the kids (boys) in the four-square courts

All I feel anymore and all I can see anymore

I hated (wanted) them then them more!

A loneliness no fag could comprehend

from their 2003 S/T debut album on Dischord Records