Cinnamon Eyes

That beauty you can't help
It's filled with funny lies
But you can't see yourself
With perfect cinnamon eyes
You see in dry pastels opening up the sky
The story ends it'self forgetting me inside

I used to wonder why
Sleep was a gentle thing
I used to wonder why
Sleep was a gentle thing

I never knew which way
We're headed here or there
You're drinking Tanqueray
As if you couldn't care
I never knew how hard
Or true believing could be
I used to disregard
Those things I couldn't see

I used to wonder why
Sleep was a gentle thing

I used to wonder why
Sleep was a gentle thing

I used to wonder, I used to wonder
I used to wonder why

I used to wonder, I used to wonder
I used to wonder why


I used to wonder why
Sleep was a gentle thing

I used to wonder why
Sleep was a gentle thing

I used to wonder, I used to wonder
I used to wonder why

I used to wonder, I used to wonder
I used to wonder why