Robert Forster. Warm Nights. Fortress. Zeneszám

Come here close
You know I'm not going to hold you
To a promise too steep
Come here close
Because I want to tell you
It's a promise to keep

That the colour of your eyes
would open a fortress
The code of your eyes - sadness sadness

There's an image of you
Always there before me
There's an outline that I can touch
There's an image of you
Parallel above me
You're a lover I never want to rush

And the colour of your eyes
would open a fortress
The code of your eyes - it said sadness
And our courtship, our courtship
was a three-ringed circus
I don't mean that bad
I don't mean that bad
I don't mean that to be bad

And the promise is always there between us Yes it's always there, always there
Well it's between us, yes between us
And I see it, feel it, see it, feel it today