Bullets and Blue Eyes

Talking to my soul I begin to wonder Down in a golden road I close my eyes and travel slow I remember your eyes Some enchanted islands Talking to my son He's killing me with thunder From his machine gun I close my eyes and crumple slow And then I see reserved for me The wastelands of sorrows, ah The island of shadows And through the blinds of history Drumming in my blood, rebel songs Bullets and blue eyes Bullets and blue eyes Hey... Hey... Talking to my soul I begin to wonder We're prisoners of love Prisoners of history I remember your eyes (I remember your eyes) Some enchanted islands Hey... Ooh... We used to sit in science rooms (Hey...) And dream about the nuclear age We used to sit in science rooms And history rooms And dream about the nuclear age I remember your eyes I remember your eyes