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Little Wing (Ottmar Liebert) · Little Wing (Gil Evans Orchestra) · Naked Eyes (Naked Eyes) · Promises, Promises: The Very Best of Naked Eyes (Naked Eyes) · Promises, Promises: The Very Best of Naked Eyes (Naked Eyes) · Naked Eyes (Naked Eyes) · The Best of Naked Eyes (Naked Eyes) · Naked Eyes Video 45 (Naked Eyes) · The Best of Naked Eyes (Naked Eyes) · One Wing (Off the Record) – and 90 other albums »


The beginnings of great things
Cannot be seen
By your naked eye

Can you see me know crack the skies like lightnin'
Mama's little sonic boom
Is simply
yourself away
Give me little bits of more than I can take
If it sits upon your tongue Or naked in your eyes
Give me little bits of More than I can try
yourself away
Give me little bits of more than I can take
If it sits upon your tongue Or naked in your eyes
Give me little bits of More than I can try
Come now and listen babe 
I gotta reason why I behave 
Like a child with a light in eyes 
Running naked on a cold winter night 
I am like
You'll want to lose control
I'll weep into your eyes
I'll make your vision sing
I'll open endless skies
And ride your broken wings

Welcome to my world
try to decipher the friend from the foe in his eyes
A man's skin will be blown back with time and confusion
'Til it gathers by his ears in the same
But I can't help keep lying when you undress before my eyes

The wings of heaven are descending
The touch of her naked skin's amending
The skies
Whispering shadows near
The sound of naked feet, followed by fear
Watch the storm and pretend that you don't know
This night will witness howly
street lingo, understandable by some friends
I have none
Brothers and sisters under the same old sun
Naked to the devils deviants we show a blind eye
the night closes in
I'm drifting and I can't find a friend
On the wings of the angels I'm saved by her love
The little things my baby does
The little
looked around and I thought

Fly on my little angel
Fly on through the sky
Fly on my sweet angel
Tomorrow I'll be by your side
I got my wings to fly
steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's paper
Mr. Jones got run
steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's paper
Mr. Jones got run
All my friends keep asking what do I see in you
Through their eyes you beauty doesn't show
Ooh, all they ask is justified looking through the naked
and bright 
Carried by the golden wings 
In pain I see the love fade 

I can turn the sky to ever black 
Roses fade in silent halls 
As the snow covers
All my friends keep asking what do I see in you
Through their eyes you beauty doesn't show
Ooh, all they ask is justified looking through the naked
dirty steps - repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrapers and this mornings paper
Mr. jones
street lingo, understandable by some friends
I have none
Brothers and sisters under the same old sun
Naked to the devils deviants we show a blind eye
All my friends keep asking what do I see in you
Through their eyes you beauty doesn't show
Ooh, all they ask is justified looking through the naked
the ground
He said only angels know how to fly

And with a broken wing
She still sings
She keeps an eye over the sky
With a broken wing
She carries her dreams
to the bedroom
Found a note by the window
With the curtains blowin' in the breeze

And with a broken wing
She still sings
She keeps an eye on the sky
With
you will never ever die we bid everything sail away to the by sweet and by
[ steel - harmonica ]
Those two brown eyes that sparkle with love came down
steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's paper
Mr. Jones got run
dirty steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts
Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrappers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones
dirty steps, repeat my own and reflect my thoughts

Cold and uninviting, partially naked
Except for toffee wrapers and this morning's papers
Mr. Jones