| Song | Eyes Without A Face |
| Artist | The Bosshoss |
| Album | Internashville Urban Hymns |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I'm all out of hope | |
| One more bad dream | |
| could bring a fall | |
| When I'm far from hoooome | |
| Don't call me on the phooouune | |
| To tell me you're alone | |
| It's easy to deceive | |
| It's easy to tease | |
| But hard to get release | |
| eyes without a face | |
| eyes without a face | |
| Got no human grace your eyes | |
| without a face. | |
| I spend so much tame | |
| Believing all the laies | |
| To keep the dream alave | |
| Now it makes me sad | |
| It makes me mad at truth | |
| For loving what was you | |
| eyes without a face | |
| eyes without a face | |
| Got no human grace your eyes | |
| without a face. | |
| When you hear the music you make a | |
| dip | |
| Into someone else's pocket then | |
| make a slip. | |
| Steal a car and go to Las Vegas oh, | |
| the gigolo pool. | |
| Hanging out by the state line, | |
| turning holy waters into wine, | |
| drinkin´it down, ooooh. | |
| I'm on a bus on a psychedelic | |
| trip | |
| Reading murder books tryin' to stay | |
| hip. | |
| I'm thinkin' of you you're out | |
| there so | |
| Say your prayers. | |
| Say your prayers. | |
| Say your prayers. | |
| Now I close my eyes | |
| And I wonder why | |
| I don't despise | |
| Now all I can do | |
| Is love what was once | |
| So alive and new | |
| But it's gone from your eyes | |
| I'd better realise | |
| eyes without a face | |
| eyes without a face | |
| eyes without a face | |
| Got no human grace your eyes | |
| without a face. | |
| Such a human waste your eyes | |
| without a face | |
| And now it's getting worse. |
| I' m all out of hope | |
| One more bad dream | |
| could bring a fall | |
| When I' m far from hoooome | |
| Don' t call me on the phooouune | |
| To tell me you' re alone | |
| It' s easy to deceive | |
| It' s easy to tease | |
| But hard to get release | |
| eyes without a face | |
| eyes without a face | |
| Got no human grace your eyes | |
| without a face. | |
| I spend so much tame | |
| Believing all the laies | |
| To keep the dream alave | |
| Now it makes me sad | |
| It makes me mad at truth | |
| For loving what was you | |
| eyes without a face | |
| eyes without a face | |
| Got no human grace your eyes | |
| without a face. | |
| When you hear the music you make a | |
| dip | |
| Into someone else' s pocket then | |
| make a slip. | |
| Steal a car and go to Las Vegas oh, | |
| the gigolo pool. | |
| Hanging out by the state line, | |
| turning holy waters into wine, | |
| drinkin it down, ooooh. | |
| I' m on a bus on a psychedelic | |
| trip | |
| Reading murder books tryin' to stay | |
| hip. | |
| I' m thinkin' of you you' re out | |
| there so | |
| Say your prayers. | |
| Say your prayers. | |
| Say your prayers. | |
| Now I close my eyes | |
| And I wonder why | |
| I don' t despise | |
| Now all I can do | |
| Is love what was once | |
| So alive and new | |
| But it' s gone from your eyes | |
| I' d better realise | |
| eyes without a face | |
| eyes without a face | |
| eyes without a face | |
| Got no human grace your eyes | |
| without a face. | |
| Such a human waste your eyes | |
| without a face | |
| And now it' s getting worse. |
| I' m all out of hope | |
| One more bad dream | |
| could bring a fall | |
| When I' m far from hoooome | |
| Don' t call me on the phooouune | |
| To tell me you' re alone | |
| It' s easy to deceive | |
| It' s easy to tease | |
| But hard to get release | |
| eyes without a face | |
| eyes without a face | |
| Got no human grace your eyes | |
| without a face. | |
| I spend so much tame | |
| Believing all the laies | |
| To keep the dream alave | |
| Now it makes me sad | |
| It makes me mad at truth | |
| For loving what was you | |
| eyes without a face | |
| eyes without a face | |
| Got no human grace your eyes | |
| without a face. | |
| When you hear the music you make a | |
| dip | |
| Into someone else' s pocket then | |
| make a slip. | |
| Steal a car and go to Las Vegas oh, | |
| the gigolo pool. | |
| Hanging out by the state line, | |
| turning holy waters into wine, | |
| drinkin it down, ooooh. | |
| I' m on a bus on a psychedelic | |
| trip | |
| Reading murder books tryin' to stay | |
| hip. | |
| I' m thinkin' of you you' re out | |
| there so | |
| Say your prayers. | |
| Say your prayers. | |
| Say your prayers. | |
| Now I close my eyes | |
| And I wonder why | |
| I don' t despise | |
| Now all I can do | |
| Is love what was once | |
| So alive and new | |
| But it' s gone from your eyes | |
| I' d better realise | |
| eyes without a face | |
| eyes without a face | |
| eyes without a face | |
| Got no human grace your eyes | |
| without a face. | |
| Such a human waste your eyes | |
| without a face | |
| And now it' s getting worse. |