Your eyes are fragile and timeless
It's beautiful
There's power in the words you whisper
He treats you cold and so mindless
But he don't see the setting sun
Your eyes are open when you kiss him
Your eyes are drawn to the worthless (ah baby, baby)
Usual, the towers in your world are sinking
And if you're looking for signs, then you should know
There's power in the words you're thinkin'
Talk to your man, tell him he got bad news coming
Walk on the edge with someone new
Talk to your man, tell him we'll have some good time loving
You can take a chance, come take my hand
