Woorden: The Czars. Bright Black Eyes.

I thought that I knew where my heart it had landed
I thought that I?d worked it all out
I thought she?d be willing to hold me at night
And I thought that that?s what I would want

But I was a blind man in love with a demon
And I couldn?t figure it out

Your bright black eyes
Have started to quench the light in my soul
Your bright black eyes
Have started to strip all the sense from my mind

This desert it seems to have no plans of ending
So I have to make it my home
You gave me a chance, now I know I can?t take it
I?d rather just be here alone

Your bright black eyes
Have started to quench the light in my soul
I have let you play me and take me to places
That I thought that I couldn?t find, oh oh

Don?t talk to me about love
This has nothing to do with that word
This is just good old fashioned exploitation
You?re not serious

So just like a dog that returns to his vomit
I guess that I do it because
I get no more pleasure from self-deprecation
It?s not as much fun as it was, oh, oh

Your bright black eyes
Have started to quench the light in my soul
Your bright black eyes
Have started to strip all the sense from my mind

Your bright black eyes
Have started to quench the light in my soul, in my soul
Your bright black eyes
Have started to strip all the sense from my mind