Julian's Eyes Lyrics

Brett Anderson Julian's Eyes

Softening the winter with his eyes

Sitting in the meadow in disguise

Feeling his way, touching the stone

Watching the day through a telephone



Colours in the carnage of his hair

Lose it in the debris on the stairs

Feeling his way, touching her hand

Making his way, to the bandstand



He's in the sky, he's in the tide, he's in the trees
and the buzz of the night

Feet in the sand, watching life through Julian's eye's



Softening the winter with his smile

Sitting in the doorway counting tiles

Feeling his way, touching life, watching the day
through quiet eye's



Elephants and spiders in his head

Capital letters, green and red

Feeling his way, making a start

Watching the day, through cut glass



He's in the sky, he's in the grass, he's in the wind
and the curve of the stars

Feet in the sand, watching life through Julian's eye's