Yaz - Ode to Boy lyrics

intent and direct when he speaks, i watch his lips

and when he drives i love to watch his hand

white and smooth almost feminine, almost american, i have to watch him.

(chorus)

in his face age descends on youth, exaggeration on the truth

he caught me looking then but soon his eyes forgot

and everything he seems to do reflects just another shade of blue

i saw him searching into you and ached a while

i watch his lips caress the glass,

his fingers stroke its stem and pass

to lift a cigarette at last, he dries his eyes

from a shadow by the stair

i watch as he weeps unaware

that i'm in awe of his despair, but i am there

(chorus repeat