Iron & Wine - Your blue eyes

^CBlue ligh^Ft setting lotus-style in your a-frame in the countryside ^CStillness^F slides the door and walks inside ^CCandle on^F the windowsill burnt wickless through our low-lit meal ^CHeaven on^Gly knows the things you hide ^FIn yo^Cur blue eyes, ^Fin yo^Aur sly smile

^CTangerine^F on both your hands smells strong as the tobacco-can ^CRoll me u^Fp a smoke if you don’t mind ^CTouch me ^Flike that afternoon when your friends would all be over soon ^CAnd you s^Gaid, “What the hell, we’ll make the time” ^FIn yo^Cur blue eyes, ^Fin yo^Gur sly smile