Cold Eyes
You lie in the tall grass there
In the tall grass there
Lay low
Lynx snare in the blankets there
In the blankets bare
I felt it coming
You felt it coming
Did I know
Tucked in snow underneath me
Cradle caught tangle taught tied to your tree
Now you look into my eyes like you own me
But I've kept calm true selflessly
Cold Eyes
You lie in the tall grass there
In the tall grass there
Lay low
Lynx snare in the blankets there
In the blankets bare
I felt it coming
You felt it coming