amber eyes,
you kill me inside,
with that heart of gold
you lock away.
you tell me that
there's nothing there,
am i supposed to believe that?
look at me with those
amber eyes
and tell me that there's no gold in your heart
after all the good you've done,
there's no gold in your heart.
maybe so.
but i see something inside you
that possesses a light like no other.
it keeps me wanting more,
i just can't look away.
those
amber eyes,
composed of
the fading rays of a sunset melted into
chocolate melted into rich wood
melted into worn leather,
and i swear they hold the light of a setting sun
but over all of that,
lies a sheen of the purest gold
i've ever seen.
you tell me,
that your heart isn't made of gold.
and i suppose you're right,
you gave it all away.
it's coursing through your blood,
you can find it in the people you love
and the words you say
and the things you touch,
oh,
amber eyes.
perhaps this is why
you don't look at people straight.