Cornflower Blue By Dayne Coyne

I have seen you down the pubs and down the gay clubs Seen you walking past my window in the evening You've got hazy eyes of cornflower blue Yes, you've got hazy eyes of cornflower blue Yes, you've got hazy eyes of cornflower blue And that night that we went for a pizza Did they shine with a different hue? And I think I might be falling ... But I'm not going to let obsession Take a hold again Can't let my weird infatuations Put me through that strain again I'm not going to let obsession Take a hold of me again Can't let my weird imagination Put me through that pain again But, oh, it's been a very boring and de- Pressing time of year But now it's spring and there are Flowers beginning to bloom Oh. It's been a very boring and de- Very boring and depressing time of year I could go and study works of art Or read up on some history and start-up The movement of the century Speed up our movement through the millenniaah- Aah. Isn't it strange How the Human species seems so slow to learn? On History's pages Our ages and stages The same mistakes over and over again Yes, and me in my own life too I seem so slow to learn Through my stages and phases The same mistakes over and over again And again and again and again and again But you've got hazy eyes of cornflower blue Yes, you've got hazy eyes of cornflower blue Yes, you've got hazy eyes of cornflower blue And that night that we went for a pizza They shone with a different hue And I think I might be falling ... But I'm not going to let obsession Take a hold again Can't let my weird infatuations Put me through that strain again I'm not going to let obsession Take a hold of me again Can't let my weird imagination Put me through that pain again And I think I might be falling No, I know that I am falling Yes, Im sure that I have fallen For you From the album Constellation

Copyright ©1984  Dayne Coyne

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