Big Gray Eyes Video (MV)

These images remind him of
Big gray eyes and a heart of love
That came barreling into his life

So he called her his little dream
And from every pore his heart did weep with love for her
But he didn't know why he felt alive for the first time
Maybe this is what they call love
Or maybe just the death of me

As he sang upon a lighted stage
His boyhood fantasies of love and pain
His heart it howled into the night

For there she stood out in the dark
Every syllable a gleaning spark to her soul
So withered and thin, out from within he sang her sins
Maybe this is what they call love
Or maybe just the death of me

The rolling thunder of your mind
The gentle voice to ease the tide
These big gray eyes they haunt my mind
I will survive. I will be fine. I'm all right

These images remind him of
Big gray eyes but that's not enough
For there's no such thing as halfway love