Beautiful building
burning on 14th street
eyes of a stranger
sleeping through August heat.
We could be lovers
we could even be friends
holding each other
haking the heroes end.
My eyes have seen them.
Everything's perfect
there's not a cloud in the sky
knife in the water
everything passing us by.
We could be lovers
building a perfect wall
holding each other
taking the beautiful fall.
My eyes have seen them