Letra de Ode To Boy - Alison Moyet

When he moves
I watch him from behind
He turns and laughter
flickers in his eyes
Intent and direct when he speaks
I watch his lips
When he drives
I love to watch his hands
white and smooth
almost feminine
almost american
I have to watch him
In his face
age descends on youth
Exaggeration on the truth
He caught me looking then
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but soon his eyes forgot
and everything he seems to do
Reflects just another
shade of blue
I saw her searching into you
and ached a while
I watch his lips
carress the glass
His fingers stroke
the stem and pass
To lift a cigarette at last
he dries his eyes
From a shadow by the stair
I watch as he weeps unaware
that I'm in awe of his despair