Brett Anderson - Julian's Eyes lyrics

Softening the winter with his eyes Sitting in the meadow in disguise Feeling his way, touching the stone Watching the day through a telephone Colours in the carnage of his hair Lose it in the debris on the stairs Feeling his way, touching her hand Making his way, to the bandstand He's in the sky, he's in the tide, he's in the trees and the buzz of the night Feet in the sand, watching life through Julian's eyes Softening the winter with his smile Sitting in the doorway counting tiles Feeling his way, touching life, watching the day through quiet eyes Elephants and spiders in his head Capital letters, green and red Feeling his way, making a start Watching the day, through cut gla** He's in the sky, he's in the gra**, he's in the wind and the curve of the stars Feet in the sand, watching life through Julian's eyes