Green Eyes

Green eyes have not yet been known to me

For I have not your eyes

My waking has not yet been grown at all

Oh, this endless day

Pigment gray on the second floor

My friend died last night, or tried

Lights are not bad for such a small place

He's posing like he's quite big-headed

I know you're a heartful mind

The shades are the Venetian kind

They are drawn down blind

For only lines are shadowed in angles

On my wall in the daytime

My tales have not yet been seen by them

They are only paper

Screaming ladies, converted shirts

I wish and wishes that never came through

Green eyes have not yet been known to me

For I have not your eyes

My waking has not yet been grown at all

Oh, this endless day

Pigment gray on the second floor

My friend died last night, or tried

Lights are not bad for such a small place

He's posing like he's quite big-headed

I know you're a heartful mind

The shades are the Venetian kind

They are drawn down blind

For only lines are shadowed in angles

On my wall in the daytime

My tales have not yet been seen by them

They are only paper

Screaming ladies, converted shirts

I wish and wishes that never came through

Green eyes have not yet been known to me

For I have not your eyes

My waking has not yet been grown at all