These fingers hit the rust and i play you a song
and sing you a melody
I get the glimpse of an angel in the form of your eyes
and o for your love i will plea
Spill your love on me
Spill your love on me
Beauty from your eyes like never before
and i just stare as you sleep
I wait for your eyes to open once more
and still for that love i will plea.
-Matt Cook
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