First original song upload. Lyrics beneath. She had those kind of eyes that tell you secrets in the night, I'm sorry I have been a boy again. It's not okay for you to tell me things you'd rather do, these lying eyes won't hide the way I feel. And what of poems in the sun? You've changed my mind for years to come. Maybe I should turn and walk away. Because there's more to life than hanging on to the birds who're flying towards the sun. I'm on this shallow Earth to chase my dreams. And there's more to love than fairytales of girls who sing with the nightingales. In truth it's just a lyric she has learned. She spoke in such a way to take me back to yesterday when life was just an eagle on the run. Free then, still running now, because men can't keep their idols down, I lose my mind among the frosty moors. And what of tales to ardent boys? Pugnacious puppets, Daddy's toys. Your mother never was the loving kind.