These eyes cry every night for you. These arms long to hold you again. The hurtin's on me, yeah. But I will never be free, no, my baby, no, no. You gave a promise to me, yeah.
(Bachman-Cummings). Trinket worn with colours matching saddened eyes has lost its magic touch. People from a distant hill have crossed an ever-stretching sea of sand.
These eyes cry every night for you. These arms, they long to hold you again. The hurtin's on me and I will never be free, no. Gave a promise to me, then you broke it, and you broke it.
These eyes cry every night for you these arms long to hold you again. The hurtin's on me yeah now I know I'll never be free no no baby. You gave a promise to me yeah you broke it oh you broke it.