Yaz - You And Me Both : Ode To Boy
 

Yaz



You And Me Both



Ode To Boy





When he moves i watch him from behind



He turns and laughter flickers in his eyes



Intent and direct when he speaks, i watch his lips



And when he drives i love to watch his hand



White and smooth almost feminine, almost american, i have to watch him.







(Nakarat)



In his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth



He caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot



And everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue



I saw him searching into you and ached a while







I watch his lips caress the glass,



His fingers stroke its stem and pass



To lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes



From a shadow by the stair



I watch as he weeps unaware



That i'm in awe of his despair, but i am there