The Blower's Daughter

And so it is just like you said it would be: Life goes easy on me most of the time, and so it is, the shorter story. No love, no glory.. No hero in her skies. I can't take my eyes off you. And so it is, just like you said it should be: We'll both forget the breeze most of the time, and so it is, the colder water, the blower's daughter, the pupil in denial. I can't take my eyes off you. Did I say that I loathe you? Did I say that I want to leave it all behind? I can't take my mind off you, 'til I find somebody new.