Sour Alley
lavender eyes
Lavender, lavender eyes
I canât tell when they laugh or when they cry
If they go, well, I will always smell those
Lavender eyes
At the beach, the seagulls have to cry
When they see sand stuck to their loverâs thighs
If I had my way, I would make sure to stay like,
Sand on your thighs
Silkinâ, silkinâ, silkinâ on your lavender eyes
I can read the writing on the walls
Itâs as clear as the sirenâs call
I donât care if she knows; I know I will always go for
Lavender smiles
The taste, of an evening lavender sky
Lick the silk twilight, off of your eyes
Know that when you fall asleep, My dreams will softly peek
At your lavender eyes
Your lavender smile,
Your velvet lavender . . . .