Your eyes are fragile and timeless

It's beautiful

There's power in the words you whisper.

He treats you so cold and so mindless

But he don't see the setting sun

Your eyes are open when you kiss him.

Your eyes are drawn to the wine list (wine, baby, baby)

Usual, the towers in your world are sinking

And if you're looking for signs then

You should know there's power in the words you're thinking.

Talk to your man, tell him he got bad news coming

Walk on the edge with someone new

Talk to your man, tell him we made some good time loving

You can take a chance, come take my hand.