Penfold - The Sound Of Jazz

Silver moon, these eyes are watching the water
More romantic than the sound of jazz bleeding through these walls
The illusion of a wine running down our throats
To get to the end of the night without any injuries
We've got the answers swimming in our blood, swimming
Sleep with our socks on, we never know how cold it gets in this room
I can see my breath but tell me, why can't I see yours
Watching the lights dim, watching my fingers moving, bleeding
Be her eyes, leave her alone
Wake up and stand tall
They're waiting outside of your door
We can't stop
If we slow down now, we'll never get there
And that's fine
This X marks the spot not where a life begins but where a life begins to matter
Be her eyes, leave her alone