Lyrics Cold Cold Eyes - Slim Cessna's Auto Club

Cold Cold Eyes

Heaven knows the dream I hold
You make a wish and then they take your soul
This is how my Heaven’s made
On my knees and barking at my wall
And on to my surprise
You keep telling me your lies
And, oh, your cold, cold, eyes
All the mansions made for you
Make me old and give me something new
Down around your sleeping eyes
Damn the ditch because now I’m going to die
And on to my surprise
You keep telling me your lies
And, oh, your cold, cold, eyes
And on to my surprise
You keep telling me your lies
And, oh, your cold, cold, eyes