She's looking over your left shoulder,
To let you know you should have thrown salt over it so long ago.
It's just a silly superstition.
"But bad luck has come, and that's no coincidence," you said.
And I know that you had braces,
Because no one with a smile as bright as that,
Could have had it brought onto him or her so naturally.
I wish that my smile was as perfect as yours.
If you read my mind again tonight,
Well, I'm thinking that you should call me know you're still around;
And so I don't keeping falling for another misinterpreted Irish something,
Tangled up in words we should have said.
At your kitchen table, wrap my arms around you.
Now what would you do? Blow me a kiss.
I've missed that for so long now,
And I never believed in superstitions until I walked inside,
With my umbrella open . . . And then you said goodbye.
But I swear to you that it was raining in the house,
Where you blew me your first kiss.
"What do we do," I ask. "Because if I had it my way,
"Well, it wouldn't be this way."
I'd surprise you with some sort of blown kiss -
Subtract the "blown" and you've got exactly what I mean.
And now, I'm lying here at 12:15 with nothing but my bright green sheets,
But they've never looked as bright as your eyes,
When the sun hit them that way.
I know you want to leave so badly,
And all I want is for you to leave wherever it is you're going,
And to come back to me.
When I miss you, your brother isn't half of what I see that you are.
I wonder why you're crying, when you say goodbye.
But I don't want to, so we don't have to.
Your logic's not what it used to be.
Just call me, when you get the chance.
It took me an hour to forget just how bright your eyes were,
When the sun hit them that way.
And even I "don't mind spending every day,
"Out on your corner in the pouring rain," so long as you sing it to me.
You wrap your arms around me and sing. You used to sing to me.
You know how tense I tend to get when I don't know what to think.
But sing; sing to me, something of October,
When you've got more time to be around.
I'm still waiting outside for the sun to come out.
I'm lying here at 12:15, with nothing but my bright green sheets.
But they never looked as green as your eyes when the sun hit them that way.
I want to spend every day. . .
