Gordon Bok - In your eyes

^AIt's in your eyes, All the things we've been ^Bmlonging to speak of; ^BmIt's in your eyes, But too soon to resp^Aond. ^AThe gentle light That still shines ^Bmout with confusion, But, t^Eill it's time to sp^E7eak, It's in your ^Aeyes.

^AIt's in your smile, The subtle gifts that the y^Bmears turn to small lines; ^BmIt's in your smile, Lips I only have s^Aeen. ^AUnless the time comes When those l^Bmips turn to know mine, I l^Eive with the unasked qu^E7estions In your sm^Aile.

^F#mSpeak to me ^C#mone word Bef^Dore the evening's t^Aurning; ^BmI'll do the best I can to pay in k^Eind. ^F#mThere'll never be a^C#mnother time So sw^Deet with unasked qu^Aestions. ^BmIt's not yet time to speak our m^E7ind.

^AIt's in your touch, That soft, accid^Bmental persuasion, ^BmIt's in your touch, The hands that softly brush b^Ay; ^AThe strong draw Between ^Bmbodies unknowing. Till t^Eime finds the ^E7answers, It's in your ^Aeyes.

^F#mSpeak to me ^C#mone word Bef^Dore the evening's t^Aurning; ^BmI'll do the best I can to pay in k^Eind. ^F#mThere'll never be a^C#mnother time So sw^Deet with unasked qu^Aestions. ^BmIt's not yet time to speak our m^E7ind.