Tus Ojos No Son Azules

Your eyes aren't blue, but they remind me of the sea
My lips aren't birch, they're just little leaves to smoke
I like it when you get high, 'cause you don't wanna come down
Here the sky's got no clouds, the runway ain't for landing

These palms ain't plants that touch you
These irises ain't arches that look at you
I kiss your lips and they ain't from your mouth
You're being seduced by a dead man who breathes

The worse I feel, the better you get
I disguise my emptiness while you fill me up
I only hold back on impulse

How your poison cleanses me
How can something foreign feel so mine
I'm your target, shoot your arrow at me
Black one to see if this sadness cheers up
Porcelain heart that won't break on me
A victory without you ain't worth celebrating

Look how I ride through the prairie on an interstellar unicorn
Baby, this bat ain't made of wood, but it works for playing
Look how I ride through the prairie on an interstellar unicorn
Baby, this bat ain't made of wood, but it works for playing

Your eyes aren't blue, but they remind me of the sea
My lips aren't birch, they're just little leaves to smoke
I like it when you get high, 'cause you don't wanna come down
Here the sky's got no clouds, the runway ain't for landing

Look how I ride through the prairie on an interstellar unicorn
Baby, this bat ain't made of wood, but it works for playing
Look how I ride through the prairie on an interstellar unicorn
Baby, this bat ain't made of wood, but it works for playing

(But they remind me of the sea)
(They're just little leaves to smoke)
(You don't wanna come down)
(The runway ain't for landing)