Because of your eyes, your eyes, your eyes,
My eyes remain open all night long.

Because of your fingers, your fingers, your fingers,
My fingers long to knead the light.

Because of having you this way, yet not truly having you,
I have lost the pride I once carried as a victor.

Because of your wings, your open wings, your gentle wings,
My eyes, my eyes see waterfalls.

Because of your laughter, your laughter, your laughter,
My own laughter has resigned from its place.

Because of having you this way, yet not truly having you,
I have lost the pride I once carried as a victor.

Because of your walk, your walk, your walk,
I have become a watchman, alert to every sound.

Because of your eyes, your eyes, your eyes,
My eyes remain open all night long.

Because of having you this way, yet not truly having you,
I have lost the pride I once carried as a victor.

Because of your eyes, your eyes.