Your Blue Eyes

C F Blue light setting lotus-style in your a-frame in the countryside C F Stillness slides the door and walks inside C F Candle on the windowsill burnt wickless through our low-lit meal C G Heaven only knows the things you hide F C In your blue eyes, F A in your sly smile C F 2x C F Tangerine on both your hands smells strong as the tobacco-can C F Roll me up a smoke if you don’t mind C F Touch me like that afternoon when your friends would all be over soon C G And you said, “What the hell, we’ll make the time” F C In your blue eyes, F G in your sly smile