Dominic's Interlude

Your eyes are fragile and timeless

It's beautiful

There's power in the words you whisper

He treats you cold and so mindless

That he don't see the setting sun

Your eyes are open when you kiss him

Your eyes are drawn to the wine list (Wine, baby, baby!)

The usual, the towers in your world are sinking

And if you're looking for signs then

You should know there's power in the words you're thinking

Talk to your man, tell him he got bad news coming

Walk on the edge with someone new

Talk to your man, tell him we made some good time loving

You can take a chance, come take my hand