I listen to you talk about your
Whistling band, ride your bikes to
Bad racket, climb the ladder and
Up on the roof we’re passing pipes
Like we’re good old friends
But I know what I want
And I can’t help feeling it

Turn toward the lake and talk of jumping in
Instead we sit back and imagine
The romance of water on our naked skin
And the first wet steps
And I can't help feeling it

Slate blue eyes
No one ever tries to win me over
So thanks, even though it’s just
A little taste
Slate blue skies
No one ever tries to stay up
Later than they want to
Even though it’s heaven
Slipping into sleeping states

I listen as you try to take my
Breath away
But it’s not what you do
It’s what you don’t say
If I never look over
You could never not stay
And when the sun comes up
We’ll have someone to blame
Slate blue eyes
No one ever tries to win me over
So thanks, even though it’s just
A little taste
Slate blue skies
No one ever tries to stay up
Later than they want to
Even though it’s heaven
Slipping into sleeping states

Fight it now if you have to
I understand your mistakes
Pretty soon it’ll all blow over and
I’ll go back to where I came from

Slate blue eyes
No one ever tries to win me over
So thanks, even though it’s just
A little taste
Slate blue skies
No one ever tries to stay up
Later than they want to
Even though it’s heaven
Slipping into sleeping states