Bug Eyes - The Rare Occasions

The street was buzzing low as darkness wove around

One of those nights that float a foot above the ground

She stood close to him, moonlight cast across the square

And smiled softly as a hush fell through the air

And he said «don't give me those bug eyes»

They carried on the way an oak collects its rings

Another chapter written every passing spring

And as the skies lit up with auburn, red, and merrigold

She saw in his face the fact that they were growing old

And he said «don't give me those bug eyes»

«don't give me those bug eyes»

There comes a time we all must place our pencils down

Maybe tomorrow maybe fifty years from now

When he came home from what what meant to be a routine test

She knew at once and felt a sinking in her chest

And he said «don't give me those bug eyes»

«don't give me those bug eyes»