Blue Eyes Of A Millionaire - Belle & Sebastian

Shyness hanging like a wedding day

Bad clothes keep you in the village hall

Sunday, nothing for the rest of us

Sunday, listen to your spirits soar

Thank you, thank you for the holiday

We talk, sometimes in the quiet wood

Three years digging all the scenery

Black walls, cloudy as a sea of ghosts

Let the summer go

Let tomorrow take care of itself

If you believe like you tell me so

Hand in hand, your lover will be every

Sweet and hungry soul

Stage school, falling like the summer end

Trees strip, wrap yourself in colour brown

Sun dips underneath the capricorn

Bell rings summon you to feeling warm

Morning, must have thought about you

All night, reach out with a single call

Not my place to be your confidante

I just thought I’d catch you as you fall

Let the summer go

Let tomorrow take care of itself

If you believe like you tell me so

Hand in hand, your lover will be every

Sweet and hungry soul

Goodness glowing like an firefly

Cheek bones, blue eyes of a millionaire