Lyrics




I listen to the stories that you tell
Of narrow streets I hear the jangling bells
Of beggars' lies I smell the rich perfume
Of paradise outside my darkened room
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
Your gentle touch remember the night
Soft eyes gleaming crying in the night
Rings of gold and silver in your hands
Your voice it whispers like the desert sand
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
And I listen to you
And I listen to my heart
And I look into your eyes
And I'm torn apart
And I'm torn apart
And I'm torn apart



Writer(s): Warwick Douglas Gilbert, Christopher William Masuak



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