Well I guess it must be scary to know you’re going to die. But the only thing that scares me, baby, is there in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes. And your hair is quite perturbing. And your teeth are sharp as knives. But the thing I find disturbing, darling, is there in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes. But then we both know what it’s like to be so alone. Love, we’ve still got time, they stole your life, but I’ve still got mine – in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes. The ground it swells below me as I’m rushing through the sky, and I grip your hand so tightly, sweetheart, and stare in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes. But then we can’t know what it’s like to feel so alone. Love, we’ve still got time, they stole your life but I’ve still got mine – in your eyes, in your almond eyes. In your boots, in your boots. In your shoulder padded ‘80s power suits. In your ties. In the colleagues you despise. In your eyes. In your eyes. In your eyes.