II. Brown Glasses

Brown Glasses on the windowsill Brown Glasses always made me feel About you Without you, now I'm cold I never thought it might be you that made me be so bold Now untold nights turn in to dawn Trying to turn what I got on inside Into a maker And baby I got acres Now words may make me be Extra Ordinary If only I could speak In rhymes And create vibrations with my mind Brown Glasses I thought I left behind Brown Glasses always on my mind I'm gone Moved on Now I cry in to a microphone to tell you I was wrong There's no way to call I hit the streets it's not the same Maybe I guess without you Everything feels lame Or maybe it's just my mind Recalling all the things I may have done in your name We can only see When we look back We got double twenty I think that I'll be fine Cause when I look ahead I got brown glasses on my eyes Brown Glasses made me think of you Brown Glasses just because I knew It might fool me, ridicule me if you may If I had them with me now, I just might feel okay Brown Glasses