when he moves I watch him from behind
he turns and laughter flickers in his eyes
intent and direct when he speaks
I watch his lips

when he drives I love to watch his hands
white, smooth, almost feminine
almost American
I love to watch him

in his face age descends on youth
exaggeration on the [bad word] he caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot me
and everything he seems to do
reflects just another shade of blue
I saw her searching into you and ached a while

I watch his lips caress the glass
his finger stroke its stem and pass
to lift a cigarette at last
he dries his eyes
from the shadows by the stairs
I watch as he weeps unaware
that i'm in awe of his despair

in his face age descends on youth
exaggeration on the [bad word] he caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot me
and everything he seems to do
reflects just another shade of blue
I saw her searching into you and ached a while