I listen to you talk about your Whistling band, ride your bikes to Bad racket, climb the ladder and Up on the roof we're passing pipes Like we're good old friends But I know what I want And I can't help feeling it Slate blue eyes No one ever tries to win me over So thanks, even though it's just A little taste Slate blue skies No one ever tries to stay up Later than they want to Even though it's heaven Slipping into sleeping states I listen as you try to take my Breath away But it's not what you do It's what you don't say If I never look over You could never not stay And when the sun comes up We'll have someone to blame Fight it now if you have to I understand your mistakes Pretty soon it'll all blow over and I'll go back to where I came from