Songtexte: Little Comets. Her Black Eyes.

He comes in and prepares to attack her for,
All the feelings he perceives she's lacking the,
Floorboards crack with his lack of restraint so,
Her black eyes they agree with this story say,
Two black eyes they agree with this story say,

Clouds are forming both inside and out,
As he arches shoulders and prepares to shout,
Tears they fall on each sides of the pane so,
Jealous wrists that agree with this story his,
Poignant fists they agree with this story say,
Two black eyes that agree with this story her,
Two black eyes they agree with this story,

Oh,
All of your saturdays,
Could end up in woe,
Hide behind curtains,
And fall between floor,
Just look at what you've become,

A victim of,
His broken love,
Where tension and silence,
Can turn into violence,

A victim of,
His broken love,
Where tension and silence,
Can merge into violence,

He strikes out and prepares now to leave her for,
All the summers of torment and treason her,
Hand still shakes as she opens the door,
Her blue eyes they depart from this story say,
Tearful eyes play a part in this story say,
No black eyes to agree with this story oh,

A victim of,
His broken love,
Where tension and silence,
Can turn into violence,

A victim of,
His broken love,

Oh,
All of your saturdays,
Could end up in woe,
Hide behind curtains,
And fall between floor,
Just look at what you've become,