I can't see the others in my life.

Well, love was kind for a time, Now just aches and it makes me blind. This mirror holds my eyes too bright, I can't see the others in my life.

Were we too young? Our heads too strong? To bear the weight of these lover's eyes. 'Cause I feel numb, beneath your tongue. Beneath the curse of these lover's eyes. But do not ask the price I paid, I must live with my quiet rage, Tame the ghosts in my head, That run wild and wish me dead. Should you shake my ash to the wind, Lord, forget all of my sins, Oh, let me die where I lie, beneath the curse of my lover's eyes.

'Cause there's no drink or drug I've tried, To rid the curse of these lover's eyes, And I feel numb, beneath your tongue, Your strength just makes me feel less strong.

But do not ask the price I paid, I must live with my quiet rage, Tame the ghosts in my head, That run wild and wish me dead. Should you shake my ash to the wind, Lord, forget all of my sins, Oh, let me die where I lie, beneath the curse of my lover's eyes.

 And I'll walk slow, I'll walk slow, Take my hand, help me on my way. And I'll walk slow, I'll walk slow, Take my hand, I'll be on my way.

And I'll walk slow, I'll walk slow, Take my hand, help me on my way. And I'll walk slow, I'll walk slow, Take my hand, I'll be on my way.

Borrowed from Mumford & Sons.
Lovers Eyes. 

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© Winston Marshall, Marcus Mumford, Ben Lovett, Ted Dwane