Isabelle Cote - l. o s t

Every time i look into your eyes,
that melts, beyond my lonely devise
as the breeze blows across your hair
the only thing i'm capable of doing, is to gasp,
wonder whats happening to me,
stop and to stare

Why do i suddenly, not know what to do?
when your face was so soft, and your eyes were so blue
your lies were so crisp, but your words were so true
you just make me,
lost in you