Jealous of the Birds - Blue Eyes Lyrics

My woman strolls the lawn in her silk kimono.
She reads the poems of dead men then takes my photo. Kill me quick while happiness is
honey-thick.
I am heathen, head of Janus, salty lick.
(Don't keep my ego topped up like a glass of full-fat milk.)
Be mine, be yours. Forget it,
blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah) Be mine, be yours. Don't sweat it,
blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah).
We lie in the hammock of prophetic dreams, more than crutches for each other's self-esteem.
Let my room smell of woman, brine of sea. Wrap me up in scarves of femininity.
(Don't keep my ego topped up like a glass of full-fat milk.)
Be mine, be yours. Forget it,
blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah) Be mine, be yours. Don't sweat it,
blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah).