Running with Your Eyes Closed
Judy, I can see your colors
Coming out in bloom
All your fountains, all your lovers
Are the first to bloom
And you get away
Running at the break of day
Head down, nose to the ground
Running with your eyes closed
Dragonflies and buttercups
Chinese burns and rubber mats
Spring is gone and summer's fleeting
I felt the whispers of your leaving
Judy, where's your smile today?
And you get away
Running at the break of day
Head down, nose to the ground
Running with your eyes closed
Judy, I can see your colors
Coming out in bloom
All your fountains, all your lovers
Are the first to bloom
And you get away
Running at the break of day
Head down, nose to the ground
Running with your eyes closed
Head down, nose to the ground
Running with your eyes closed, yeah
Autor(es): Neil Halstead
