I'm getting squeezed From seven yards away And I'm trying to breath And I'm trying to say
Do you know what time it is And how's it going, man? But it comes out in a whisper That's hard to understand
Bliss has blue eyes, Bliss has brown hair When she's dying let me be there So I can tell her that she's the most wonderful thing My lonely, tired, dried-up eyes have seen
I might seem weird From seven yards away Some older guy Who watches while you play
If she would step close to me Look up and touch my face My life would be a different thing The world a different place
Bliss has blue eyes, Bliss has brown hair When she's dying let me be there So I can tell her that she's the most wonderful thing My lonely, tired, dried-up eyes have seen
