Herman Dune Eleven Stones
You have the eyes of a hawk and you see me through
but the words of my songs are not all about you
and this body doesn't even belong to me
Your hands are like wings they cover me
and they cover the little things that don't have to be
accounted for or put in the record anymore
You're like a movie you make the unreal seem real and you
make the real seem to come out of a dream
Your words never leave the tip of my tongue
you move in space like there's nothing wrong
you talk on phones and i weigh eleven stones
You know I've been around
You know I've covered a lot of ground
You know you are a mystery
and I've always been a pedestrian
