Green Eyes (Suburban Lawns)

Green eyes have not yet been known to me For I have not your eyes My waking has not yet been grown at all Oh, this endless day Pigment gray on the second floor My friend died last night, or tried Lights are not bad for such a small place He's posing like he's quite big-headed I know you're a heartful mind The shades are the Venetian kind They are drawn down blind For only lines are shadowed in angles On my wall in the daytime My tales have not yet been seen by them They are only paper Screaming ladies, converted shirts I wish and wishes that never came through Green eyes have not yet been known to me For I have not your eyes My waking has not yet been grown at all Oh, this endless day Pigment gray on the second floor My friend died last night, or tried Lights are not bad for such a small place He's posing like he's quite big-headed I know you're a heartful mind The shades are the Venetian kind They are drawn down blind For only lines are shadowed in angles On my wall in the daytime My tales have not yet been seen by them They are only paper Screaming ladies, converted shirts I wish and wishes that never came through Green eyes have not yet been known to me For I have not your eyes My waking has not yet been grown at all