Julian's Eyes Lyrics - Slow Attack - Brett Anderson

Softening her 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 hand 

Lose it in the debris on the stairs 

Feeling his way 

Touching her hand 

Making his way 

To the panstand 

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 eyes 

(Just repeat it) 

Softening the winter 

With his smile 

Sitting in the doorway 

Counting tiles 

Feeling his way 

Touching life 

Watching the day 

Through quiet eyes 

Elephants and spiders 

In his hand 

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 winter 

And the curve of the stars 

Feet in the sand 

Watching life 

Through Julian's eyes