She stole the glare in my eyes by the glance she made..
And by the way she took the lighter in my hand, she burn the candle inside..
How pretty it burnt, like thousands of sunflower in the garden of heaven..
And as the heaven ablaze beyond her deep dark brown pupils i build a wall for my defend..
But she'll write the score for my defeat as her smile inciting these hazy eyes..
For the fireflies whom provide the lights to exchange the stars that hide behind the grey clouds..
Hands barely up