The stories you tell
Flowing out of your beautiful mouth
like the wind
Those sweet little words
mean nothing at all
but your eyes, they don´t lie

Why do you feel bad
Say something to me
´Cause when I look into your eyes
And I cannot find the truth
And I cannot see through you

I´ll keep wondering why
-you ever cried in your life
But now it´s too late
We´ll never speak again
I still wonder why
Can you answer my question:

Why did you feel bad
Why didn´t you say something to me
´Cause when I looked into your eyes
And I couldn´t find the truth
And I couldn´t see through you.