There's a lazy eye that looks at you
And sees you, the same as before
When you lay beside me every night
Though now you are with me, no more
I can still see the hem of your dress
And the comb as it's parting your hair
And the person I held is still there in my
Lazy eye that looks at you
And sees you the same as before
I can still see the hem of your dress
And the comb as it's parting your hair
And the person I held is still there in my
Lazy eye that looks at you
And sees you the same as before
