[Verse 1]
Blue light sittin' lotus-style on your A-frame in the countryside
Stillness slides the door and walks inside
Candle on the windowsill burned wickless through our low-lit meal
Heaven only knows the things you hide

[Chorus]
In your blue eyes
And your sly smile

[Verse 2]
Tangerine on both your hands smells strong as the tobacco can
Roll me up a smoke, if you don't mind
Touch me like that afternoon when your friends would all be over soon
And you said, "What the hell, we'll make the time"

[Chorus]
With your blue eyes
And your sly smile