Kiss me again rekiss me and kiss me
Slip your frigid hands beneath my shirt
This useless old [bad word] with his twinkling [bad word] 
Doesn't care if he gets hurt
Green eyes Green eyes
Green eyes Green eyes
If it were but a matter of faith
If it were measured in petitions and prayer
She would materialize all fleshed out
But it is not nor do I care
Green eyes Green eyes
Green eyes Green eyes
So hold me and hold me, don't tell me your name
This morning will be wiser than this evening is
Then leave me to my enemied dreams
And be quiet as you are leaving this
Green eyes...
Green eyes, Green eyes
Green eyes, Green eyes
Green eyes, Green eyes 

The Boatman’s Call'97
(Nick Cave)